Confessions of a Serial Dater

Everyone has issues. Some of us just hide ours better, behind smiles, makeup, shopping, sex, alcohol, social media, or anything else that keeps us from sitting with the truth.

My drug of choice was affection. I chased being wanted, chosen, and loved, believing someone else could fill the spaces I had not yet learned to fill for myself. I confused attention with intimacy, desire with love, and temporary people with permanent places.

I’ve lived the dysfunction, made the excuses, survived the heartbreak, and learned what happens when unresolved pain starts making your decisions.

What goes on in this house, stays in this house? Not anymore.

The door is open.

These are my confessions.