Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to have had a completely linear, almost boring life. No dramatic chapters, no experiences that left permanent fingerprints, no relationships that taught me to question myself, no losses that changed the way I attach, no moments that rewired the way I see safety, love, rejection, abandonment, trust or danger. Just life. Something happens, I experience it, I respond to it and then it stays where it belongs: in the past. I think that sounds wonderfully simple, but life doesn’t really work that way, you know?  Read more