I used to think love meant staying longer than I should have. Explaining more carefully. Anticipating needs before they were spoken.
I called it compassion. It was management.
I wasn’t trying to control anyone. I was trying to keep the world from falling apart.
Love became leverage — not because I was cruel, but because I was afraid.
Afraid of loss. Afraid of rupture. Afraid of what would happen if I stopped trying.
Eventually, love stopped feeling like love. It felt like labor.
This week, I’m not teaching you how to love better. I’m questioning whether what we call love is actually fear in disguise.
When did love become a strategy for staying safe?
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That’s the only question in the Love Workshop:
No tools. No healing arc. No relief.
Just the truth, undressed.
Saturday, February 14th at 9am EST