There was a time when love meant disappearing. If someone needed me, I went quiet on my needs. If someone pulled away, I chased. If the room filled with silence, I tried to fix it with overexplaining and overgiving. It looked like love, but it felt like shrinking. 😔 I am learning a new way. It is softer and also stronger. It asks me to stay present in my own body. It asks me to let the people I care for move in their timing too. It is the art of chaos in the kindest sense. L