No one teaches you how to admit you might be addicted to the hope...

Or am I just addicted to the hope that maybe one day, they’ll become what I need? And if the answer hurts… that’s okay. Let it hurt.
You feel hopeful. And those are not the same thing.
Ask instead: What version of you keeps tolerating emotional poverty while calling it love?
This is radical acceptance.
It’s not passive. It’s not about giving up.
That’s not weakness. That’s not failure.
That’s information. Now what do you do with it? You grieve. Fully. Then, you get radical. You stop making excuses for the grey areas.
Hold yourself in the in between.
The detox. The shaking. The missing.
The part where your brain still craves the hit of dopamine that came from their half effort attention.
I break this all down in my ebooks on how to let go. Download via link below or book a session with me below. beacons.ai/afsarosette