I have struggled with intimate relationships for as long as I can remember.
Following my parents' divorce, I harbored feelings of abandonment and carried the energy of this trauma with me. After so many of my own relationships ended with rejection, I began to believe that no one would ever stick around—that I wasn't worthy of love. Every time I became involved with someone new, my anxiety got so severe that I couldn't eat or keep food down. I would try to keep myself together emotionally, but eventually I always ended up falling apart. In a way, it felt like the Universe was punishing me.
But the Universe wasn't punishing me. It was pushing me toward exactly what I wanted: a fulfilling, supportive relationship.