The book that saved me was by Lindsay C. Gibson, called "Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents." I have never felt so seen by a book before. It might help you too.
I sat next to you on the uncomfortable seat, riding on the roller coaster I, too, didn’t want to be on but that felt achingly familiar, every bump and jerk hitting the same bruised places. Thank you for sharing this; I smile crookedly in my awkward way because this is familiar and it’s unsettling to know that there are others like me in the world. You said it beautifully.
The book that saved me was by Lindsay C. Gibson, called "Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents." I have never felt so seen by a book before. It might help you too.
I sat next to you on the uncomfortable seat, riding on the roller coaster I, too, didn’t want to be on but that felt achingly familiar, every bump and jerk hitting the same bruised places. Thank you for sharing this; I smile crookedly in my awkward way because this is familiar and it’s unsettling to know that there are others like me in the world. You said it beautifully.