It’s no one’s responsibility to heal you. No body is in charge of monitoring your triggers and walking around you carefully like you’re some delicate bomb ready to explode anytime . No one should have to walk on eggshells around you because you are not doing the right steps and putting in the effort to heal. I used to bask in my damage and brokenness. I was completely comfortable surviving on the failing crutches of my pain. The warm embrace of depression covered me completely like a warm blanket in the cold of winter and I hugged it back even tighter. Me and my depression had trauma bonded like how you would with a narcissist ; and we were quite enjoying our relationship. My demons loved me and were always there for me in the dark of the night as I cried my eyes out when nobody else was there. I loved them too. I never was alone when the lights went out! Naturally, I saw no point of healing. I was loved by what tormented me and I was not alone as long as I...