Trust Me, I Want To… So Why Can’t I?

Surviving the past is one thing. Learning to believe you’re safe enough to love again is something else entirely.

There is a question I hear more than almost any other.

“I want a relationship. I really do. So why, every time someone gets close, do I panic?”

It’s one of the cruellest contradictions trauma leaves behind. Your heart wants connection, Your nervous system wants escape.

One is dreaming about Sunday mornings, shared coffees and someone who feels like home. The other is quietly checking where the exits are.

If you’ve ever found yourself pulling away from someone you genuinely liked, overthinking a text message until it became a twelve episode psychological thriller, or feeling strangely calmer with someone emotionally unavailable than with someone consistently kind, you’re not losing your mind.

You’re experiencing what happens when survival becomes stronger than intention. Trauma doesn’t just change what happened to us, it changes what we expect to happen next.

And that’s a very different thing.

For many people, trust isn’t simply about believing another person won’t cheat or lie. Trust is something much deeper. It is the feeling that if you allow someone close enough to matter, your world won’t collapse if they leave.

That changes everything.

Because suddenly relationships stop being about romance and become about survival.Trauma has a habit of turning up on first dates uninvited. It sits quietly between the bread basket and the drinks menu, whispering things like,“Don’t get too comfortable.” Or, “They’re going to leave eventually.” 

Or my personal favourite, “This is going suspiciously well…”

Dating apps certainly don’t help, I think we all know my view on those… 

Sometimes they feel less like places to find love and more like interviewing strangers for a job nobody seems qualified for.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“I enjoy travelling.”

“So does literally everyone.”

“I love dogs.”

“Congratulations. You’re human.”

We laugh because it’s true, we like the same song, and suddenly, we start fucking thinking we’ve met our soul mate. 

But underneath the humour sits something much heavier.

Many people aren’t simply trying to find a partner.They’re trying to answer a question their nervous system has been asking for years.

Am I finally safe?

The Invisible Suitcase

Imagine every relationship you’ve ever experienced has packed something into an invisible suitcase.

Parents.

Teachers.

Partners.

Friends.

Bullies.

The person who promised forever before disappearing without explanation.

The person who made you feel invisible.

The person who loved you beautifully.

The person who taught you that love came with conditions.

By the time we meet someone new, we rarely arrive carrying just ourselves.

We arrive carrying memories, expectations, beliefs and survival strategies.

Some of those are wonderful, Others are incredibly heavy.

If you’ve experienced childhood abuse, neglect, domestic abuse, coercive control, betrayal or significant emotional trauma, your suitcase may contain something else entirely.

Hypervigilance, Self doubt, People pleasing.

The belief that love has to be earned, The expectation that happiness never lasts, not because they’re true.

Because once upon a time, they kept you safe.

One of the biggest misunderstandings about trauma is that people think it’s purely about memory.

It isn’t.

As trauma psychiatrist Bessel van der Kolk explains, trauma is carried not only in our thoughts, but in our bodies. Even long after danger has passed, our nervous system may continue responding as though the threat is still present.

That’s why someone can logically know they’re safe while simultaneously feeling terrified, and consequently avoidance can happen.

Their body hasn’t received the memo.

When Your Smoke Alarm Becomes Overprotective

Imagine installing the world’s most sensitive smoke alarm.  It doesn’t just go off when there’s a fire. It screams because someone made toast or lit a candle or looked vaguely enthusiastic near the kitchen.

Ridiculous?

Perhaps.

Unless you’re a nervous system.

Trauma often creates an alarm system that becomes brilliantly efficient at spotting possible danger. The difficulty is that it becomes equally brilliant at spotting danger where there isn’t any.

A delayed text message, A slightly different tone of voice, Someone asking for space, A cancelled plan.

To another person, these are everyday experiences.

To a traumatised nervous system, they can feel like the opening scenes of abandonment. Your brain isn’t trying to ruin your relationships. It’s trying to prevent history repeating itself. That’s a very important distinction.

Trauma doesn’t mean you’re broken. It means your brain adapted to survive. Once that clicks, something extraordinary begins to happen.

Instead of asking, “What’s wrong with me?”

You begin asking,

“What happened that taught my brain this was necessary?”

That single question replaces shame with curiosity.

And curiosity is where healing begins.

Why Safety Matters More Than Trust

People often say trauma survivors have trust issues. I’d gently challenge that, because many survivors don’t actually struggle to trust. Quite often, they trust words, Potential, Hope, Promises, Future plans.

The version of someone they believe could exist if everything worked out.

Sometimes they trust far too easily.

The real difficulty isn’t trusting other people. It’s trusting themselves to leave when someone’s behaviour consistently tells them they should.

That feels very different.

Because if childhood taught you that love required endurance…

If previous relationships taught you that chaos was normal…

If your self-worth became tangled up in proving your value…

Walking away doesn’t necessarily feel empowering.. It feels terrifying.

Sometimes staying feels safer simply because it’s familiar, Not because it’s healthy. One of the saddest realities of trauma is that our definition of “normal” can become completely distorted. Healthy can feel unfamiliar.

And unfamiliar often feels unsafe.

Which brings us to one of the greatest ironies in relationships.

Healthy relationships can initially feel boring when your nervous system has been trained to expect chaos. Not because they’re lacking passion but because they’re lacking panic.

Those are two very different experiences.

Attachment: Our First Blueprint For Love

Long before we downloaded dating apps or debated whether replying after seventeen minutes looked too keen, our brains had already started forming expectations about relationships.

Psychologist John Bowlby proposed that our earliest relationships with caregivers become internal blueprints for how we understand connection.

Later, Mary Ainsworth’s research showed that children develop different attachment styles depending on how consistently safe, responsive and emotionally available their caregivers are.

This isn’t about blaming parents.

Life is rarely that simple.

Parents have histories, Stress, Mental health struggles and trauma of their own.

Most were doing the best they could with what they had. However our nervous systems don’t record intentions.

They record experiences.

If your emotional needs were generally met, your brain learned that relationships are safe places to return to.

If care was inconsistent, unpredictable or frightening, your brain learned something very different.

Love became uncertain.

Conditional.

Something that might disappear without warning.

Those lessons don’t stay in childhood. They quietly climb into adult relationships too.

When Love Feels Like An Exam You Keep Failing

People with anxious attachment are often described as “needy.”

I dislike that word.

Most aren’t asking for too much. They’re asking for reassurance because somewhere along the line reassurance became unpredictable.

If love was inconsistent growing up, uncertainty can feel unbearable.

Texts become evidence.

Silence becomes danger.

Distance becomes rejection.

Their nervous system isn’t saying,

“I need constant attention.”

It’s saying,

“Please don’t disappear.”

That’s a very human response when you’ve experienced emotional inconsistency. In todays society, people are so distracted, that sometimes they forget to deliver the basics of consistency, and this delivers as ‘Low Level’ – Deep down we’re all searching for that “Good Morning” or “Good night” message, but people become to preoccupied, and when the basics are asked of them, become overwhelmed, and presume their other half as we said ‘needy’, when deep down, equal effort, can keep both partners settled and content.

Then we have avoidant attachment.

This is perhaps one of the most misunderstood attachment styles of all. Avoidant people are often portrayed as cold or commitment phobic villains who simply don’t care.

Reality is usually much more compassionate. Many learned very early that depending on other people wasn’t safe. Maybe emotions were dismissed. Maybe vulnerability wasn’t welcomed. Maybe independence became survival.

So rather than clinging when relationships become emotionally intense, they unconsciously create distance.

Not because connection doesn’t matter, Because it matters so much that losing it feels unbearable.

Different survival strategy, Same frightened nervous system underneath.

Neither style is “better.”

Neither makes someone bad.

Both are adaptations.

Both deserve compassion.

And both can heal… but taking the time to recognise and truly see the patterns in their behaviours 

The Body Keeps The Score… Even On Date Night

One of the biggest breakthroughs in trauma research has been recognising that healing isn’t simply about changing our thoughts.

It’s also about calming our bodies.

Psychiatrist Judith Herman described recovery as moving through stages of safety, remembrance and reconnection.

Notice the order.

Safety comes first.

Not forgiveness.

Not dating.

Not positive thinking.

Safety.

Because without safety, the nervous system cannot fully relax.

This is why two people can hear exactly the same sentence.

One hears,

“Can we talk later?”

The other hears,

“They’re about to leave me.”

Same words.

Entirely different nervous system.

Our brains constantly predict what comes next based on previous experience. If previous experience included fear, criticism or abandonment, today’s relationships often become filtered through yesterday’s pain.

That doesn’t mean those fears are silly, it means they once served a purpose.

Healing isn’t about pretending those alarm bells don’t exist.

It’s about teaching the nervous system that they don’t need to ring every single time someone gets close and that takes patience.

Not perfection.

It also takes self-compassion, something many trauma survivors generously give everyone else while quietly forgetting themselves.

Perhaps that’s the first place healing really begins, Not with finding the perfect relationship but with becoming the safest relationship you’ve ever had with yourself.

One of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves is learning to pause before reacting. Not because our feelings are wrong.

But because our feelings aren’t always describing the present. Sometimes they’re describing the past.

That distinction can transform relationships.

When Every “Maybe” Feels Like “No”

If you’ve ever spent an entire evening analysing a full stop at the end of a text message, welcome to the wonderfully exhausting world of rejection sensitivity.

Someone replies a little later than usual, Your brain writes a novel. They seem quieter after work.

Your mind has already planned the break up, divided the furniture and chosen your post heartbreak playlist.

Sound familiar?

For many trauma survivors, rejection isn’t simply disappointing.

It feels dangerous.

Psychologist Gabor Maté has written extensively about how our need for attachment is one of our deepest human drives. As children, maintaining connection with our caregivers is essential for survival. If those relationships are inconsistent, frightening or emotionally unavailable, our brains learn to monitor them constantly.

That hyperawareness doesn’t magically disappear when we become adults.

It simply changes clothes.

Instead of scanning our parents’ moods, we scan our partner’s texts. Instead of wondering whether we’ll be comforted, we wonder whether they’ll reply.

The behaviour changes.

The survival strategy doesn’t.

Understanding this isn’t about excusing unhealthy behaviour.

It’s about recognising that behind many reactions is a frightened nervous system trying desperately to prevent old wounds from opening again.

Chemistry Isn’t Always Compatibility

Here’s something that often surprises people.

The strongest spark isn’t necessarily the healthiest relationship.

We’ve all heard someone say,

“I’ve never felt chemistry like this before.”

Sometimes that’s wonderful. Sometimes it’s your nervous system recognising something familiar and familiar doesn’t always mean safe.

If chaos was normal growing up, calm can initially feel unsettling.

Predictability can feel flat.

Kindness can feel suspicious.

Consistency can almost seem… boring.

Not because healthy love lacks depth.

Because your nervous system has been trained to associate emotional intensity with connection.

The butterflies might not always be butterflies.

Sometimes they’re simply adrenaline. Sometimes they’re uncertainty. Sometimes they’re your smoke alarm shouting,

“This feels familiar!”

Unfortunately, it doesn’t always specify whether familiar is healthy or harmful.

One coaching question I often encourage people to sit with is this:

Do I actually like this person, or do I simply like being chosen?

It’s an uncomfortable question.

But an important one.

Because validation can sometimes disguise itself as love.

Another worth reflecting on is:

Am I chasing love, or am I chasing rescue?

If we’re honest, many of us have spent years hoping another person would finally heal wounds that were never theirs to carry.

Love can support healing.

It cannot replace it and perhaps the hardest question of all:

Would I still choose this relationship if I wasn’t afraid of being alone?

Sit with that one.

Don’t rush it.

The answer often tells you everything you need to know.

When Anxiety Borrows Intuition’s Clothes

People often tell me,

“I knew something was wrong. I just ignored my intuition.”

Sometimes that’s true. Sometimes it isn’t.

One of the most important parts of healing is learning the difference between intuition and anxiety, because they feel remarkably similar until you know what you’re looking for.

Intuition tends to arrive quietly.

It doesn’t usually shout.

It doesn’t catastrophise.

It doesn’t demand an immediate decision.

It simply knows.

Anxiety is much louder.

It searches for evidence.

It creates endless what ifs.

It desperately wants certainty in situations where certainty simply doesn’t exist.

As I often say,

Sometimes it’s anxiety carrying a fake Louis Vuitton pretending to be intuition.

It makes me smile every time because it’s surprisingly accurate.

Anxiety can become an exceptional actor.

The challenge is learning not to hand it the lead role in every relationship.

Instead of asking, “How do I stop feeling anxious?” Try asking, “What evidence do I actually have today?”

Bring yourself back to facts, not fears, because trauma predicts.

Healing observes.

Learning To Feel Safe With Intimacy

People often assume survivors struggle because they can’t love. In reality, many struggle because their nervous system has never truly believed love is safe.

There’s a huge difference. Love requires vulnerability. Vulnerability requires safety and safety isn’t created by words.

It’s created through repeated experience.

Someone saying, “You can trust me,” means very little.

Someone consistently showing up, respecting your boundaries, repairing conflict, apologising when they’re wrong and remaining emotionally available…

That’s what teaches the nervous system something new. This is especially true when it comes to sex and intimacy. For some people, physical closeness feels natural. For others, it can activate memories they didn’t even realise their body was holding.

For some survivors of sexual abuse, the greatest challenge isn’t having sex. It’s staying emotionally present during it.

Many describe learning, often from a very young age, to mentally disconnect from what was happening as a way of surviving. Dissociation isn’t a choice. It’s an extraordinary protective response that allows the mind to distance itself from overwhelming experiences when there is no other escape.

The difficulty is that our nervous system doesn’t always recognise when the danger has passed. Years later, during consensual, loving intimacy, that same survival strategy can quietly reappear. Someone may find themselves physically present but emotionally absent, almost as though they’re watching the moment rather than truly living it. It can feel as if they slip into another version of themselves, one created to survive rather than to connect.

Ironically, the safest relationships can sometimes feel the most emotionally exposing. Not because the survivor doesn’t want intimacy, but because they do. Being fully seen by someone you genuinely care about requires a level of vulnerability that a traumatised nervous system may never have learned was safe. Remaining present, allowing yourself to be emotionally and physically connected, can take enormous courage.

This is one reason why some survivors find casual sex or sex work unexpectedly easier than deeply intimate sex. It isn’t necessarily about desire or commitment. Emotional investment changes the experience entirely. When there is little emotional attachment, the nervous system may feel less at risk. But when love enters the equation, so too can the fear of being truly vulnerable.

Many survivors also describe experiencing intimacy in two very different ways. There can be sex that feels emotionally disconnected, where the body is present but the heart and mind remains protected. Then there is deeply connected intimacy, where emotional closeness and physical closeness exist together. The contrast between those experiences can feel profound, and confusing, until we understand that both are shaped by the nervous system’s attempt to keep us safe.

There is nothing shameful about these responses. They are not signs that someone is incapable of love or healthy intimacy. They are evidence of a brain and body that adapted in remarkable ways to survive circumstances no one should ever have had to endure and, like so many survival strategies, with safety, patience and the right support, they can begin to soften.

Trauma isn’t only remembered consciously.

Sometimes the body remembers long before the mind catches up.

That can leave survivors feeling confused.

“Why did I suddenly panic?”

“Why do I freeze?”

“Why do I shut down when nothing bad is happening?”

Again, there is a reason.

Fight, Flight, Freeze, Fawn.

These aren’t personality flaws. They’re survival responses.

Fight protects through confrontation. Flight protects through escape. Freeze protects by becoming still. Fawn protects through pleasing others, often by ignoring our own needs.

Every one of these responses once served a purpose. Healing isn’t about judging them. Healing isn’t about becoming someone different.

It’s about recognising the survival strategies that no longer serve you. When we understand that, shame begins to loosen its grip.

Grieving The Future That Never Happened

One of the most painful parts of heartbreak isn’t always losing the person.

It’s losing the future you imagined with them. The Sunday mornings. The holidays. The family Christmases. The conversations that never happened. The version of life you had quietly built in your mind. Sometimes we aren’t grieving reality. We’re grieving possibility.

That’s why endings can feel so confusing.

We tell ourselves,

“I miss them.”

Sometimes what we actually miss is who we hoped they would become.

There’s a profound difference. That doesn’t make your grief any less real. If anything, it explains why it hurts so much. You’re mourning dreams as well as memories. Allow yourself to grieve both.

Just don’t confuse potential with evidence.

Hope is beautiful, but healthy relationships are built on patterns, not promises.

What Healing Actually Looks Like

Healing is often portrayed as a dramatic breakthrough.

One life changing moment, One perfect therapy session, One inspirational quote.

The truth is usually much quieter.

Healing is replying honestly instead of pretending you’re fine.

It’s recognising a red flag before explaining it away.

It’s choosing peace over unpredictability.

It’s noticing your body becoming anxious and offering yourself compassion instead of criticism.

It’s learning to apologise without believing you’re fundamentally unlovable.

It’s discovering that boundaries aren’t walls.

They’re doors with locks.

The right people knock…They don’t force their way in.

Healing is slowly teaching your nervous system that not everyone who gets close is going to hurt you. That lesson isn’t learned through thinking.

It’s learned through experience.

One safe conversation.

One respectful disagreement.

One healthy relationship.

One repaired rupture.

Over and over again.

Until your body finally believes what your mind has been trying to tell it.

Forgiveness Isn’t A Deadline

Let’s talk about forgiveness, because I think we’ve complicated it far more than necessary.

Forgiveness is deeply personal, It isn’t a competition, It isn’t proof of healing and it certainly isn’t something anybody else gets to demand from you.

Some people find freedom through forgiveness, Others find freedom through acceptance. Some never forgive at all, yet still build beautiful, peaceful lives.

All are valid.

Healing doesn’t require pretending something didn’t hurt. Nor does it require reconciling with people who continue to harm you.

Sometimes forgiveness is simply releasing the hope that the past could have been different.

Sometimes it’s choosing not to carry someone else’s behaviour into every future relationship.

And sometimes it’s quietly saying,

“What happened mattered. It changed me. But it doesn’t get to define the rest of my life.”

That, to me, is extraordinary courage.

From Surviving To Living

If you’ve recognised yourself anywhere in these words, I hope you take one thing away.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Your nervous system has spent years doing exactly what it was designed to do.

Protect you.

The difficulty is that protection and connection don’t always speak the same language.

One says,“Stay back.” The other whispers,“Come closer.”

Healing is learning to let those two parts of yourself have a conversation instead of a battle.It’s understanding that your smoke alarm doesn’t need to sound every time someone walks into the room.

It’s unpacking that invisible suitcase, one belief at a time, and asking,

“Do I still need to carry this?”

Sometimes the answer will be yes, Sometimes it will be no.

Both are okay, because healing isn’t linear.

You’ll have days where you feel calm, secure and hopeful.

You’ll have other days where an unanswered message convinces you the world is ending.

Progress isn’t never becoming triggered again.

Progress is recognising the trigger sooner, responding with greater kindness and returning to yourself more quickly.

That’s growth…Real growth.

You are not too much….You are not difficult to love.

You are not destined to repeat every painful chapter you’ve lived through.

The fact you’re reading this tells me something important…A part of you already believes life can be different.

Hold on to that part.

Feed it.

Protect it.

Because the opposite of trauma isn’t perfection.

It’s safety.

It’s connection.

It’s waking up one day and realising that love no longer feels like something you have to earn. It simply feels like somewhere you belong. Perhaps that’s what healing really is.

Not forgetting the past.

Not pretending it never happened.

But gently teaching your mind, your body and your heart that the danger has passed.

That the alarm can finally grow quieter.

That the person you’ve spent your whole life trying to become…

Was never broken in the first place.

Just brilliantly adapted.

And now, finally, free to do something far more beautiful than survive.

To Live and Love

2026 – The year Choosing Me: The Moment I Stopped Waiting to Be Chosen

There’s a truth I’ve had to learn the long way round:

Sometimes you have to experience the wrong people to finally understand your worth.

Not in a cliché way and not in a “everything happens for a reason” way, but in a very real, very lived way, where each connection leaves a mark, teaches you something, and slowly pulls you back to yourself.

I’ve loved different kinds of men.

Last year I met the one who felt electric at the start, passionate, intense, everything turned up to 100. The sex was something else, I mean girls, there is good and then there is WILD! Insane until it wasn’t. Until the warmth turned into walking on eggshells. The subtle put-downs. The control disguised as care. The disappearing acts followed by apologies that reset everything… until the cycle began again and I lost myself in that, not just emotionally, but physically too. So swept up in the sex, attention, gifts and love-bombing, I suddenly realised after watch him down pink cocaine for two weeks, that this was not the kind of man who should be in mine or my Childs life.

Then came along a good man, Kind-hearted, Safe, I thought. Someone I let myself open up to in a way I hadn’t in a good few years. We built something slowly, calls, messages, shared moments across distance, it felt so familiar… And then… he shut down.

No warning. No gradual fade. Just a switch.

One minute, he was planning a weekend with me, so excited I was in his country. The next, it was “this feels like pressure, I should respect my boundary, I can’t do long distance”, That kind of emotional whiplash does something to you. It doesn’t just hurt, it changes how you see people. How you trust. How you show up. I’m so glad I didn’t have sex with him, because in all honesty seeing his insecurities at play with avoidance, makes me feel there would have been disappointment. I think it felt familiar, because it threw me back into the summer of 2023, another situation, the calls, messages, consistency, deep intimacy on all levels except sex.

and somewhere underneath all of that, there’s been another truth sitting quietly in my life:

There is someone I love… who didn’t choose me, and it was after the experience with my Californian guy, I realised, it simply reminded me of that! The heartbreak of 2023, where I wasn’t chosen, but had fallen anyway..

For a long time, I told myself it was limerence, Infatuation. Something I’d grow out of, however time has a way of clarifying things, not erasing them and the truth is some feelings don’t fade just because they’re inconvenient, they simply get avoided.

But here’s what I’ve realised:

Someone not choosing you doesn’t make them “the one.” It makes them unavailable.

The Pattern I Couldn’t Ignore

There’s something else I started to notice.

Men would leave… choose someone else… build lives with other women.

Then years later, they’d come back, Telling me I was always the one, That they see me now, That they made the wrong choice. It happened last summer. I had a call, with an ex asking to meet me, I was seeing the narcissist at the time, and I declined, but he pushed and pushed, so I agreed ten mins in a public place only. I showed up, and was met with, basically I was the one perfect for them, I was the one they loved, I was the one aligned, I was so shocked, but its not the first time this has happened.

But by then, it’s too late, Because love isn’t just about recognition, It’s about timing. It’s about courage. It’s about choosing.

And I deserve to be chosen in real time, not in hindsight.

I appreciate if things don’t work out with someone else they chose, and then try and rekindle, but I will never be the other woman, whilst you keep someone there incase I say NO, and I did say NO!

The Misunderstanding of Who I Am

I think part of my story is this:

People think they know me when they first meet me, I get judged all the time. They see confidence, Strength, Independence.
They assume I’m “a lot.”, That I’ll be hard to handle. People see the Kerry now before them, not the Kerry I was for all of my life, they see the girl with the lips, the tan, the hair, taking images and posing, and they see me in a certain way, because that’s what their ind interprets.

But the truth?

In a relationship, I’m soft, I’m calm, I’m loyal, I’m simple in what I want.

A quiet life.
A genuine connection.
A partner to build with, not perform for.

And it’s only later, when they’ve already chosen someone else, that they realise actually she’s the opposite to who she comes across as, But I’m not waiting around to be understood after the fact anymore. Judgement is on them, Darlings, not me!

What I See Clearly Now

I see the half-effort.

The “let’s plan something” followed by inconsistency.
The words that don’t match actions.
The low-level energy that expects access to me.

And I’m done with it, yep over it! You will remain in the archived, because quite frankly, I cannot be arsed seeing your face!

Because here’s the truth:

There is no attraction without consistency.
There is no connection without effort.
And there is no future where I am not fully chosen.

What I Actually Want

It’s not complicated.

I want someone grounded, Calm, Emotionally available.
Someone who values routine, health, stability. Someone who has kids already, maybe similar age to my child, so we can just enjoy watching the kids grow, rather than the stress and worry of having another! I love my life now to start all over again with a new baby. Someone who wants to build a life, not escape into one.

A home.
A partnership.
A quiet, real kind of love, that will last

Not the loud, chaotic kind that burns fast and leaves damage behind.

Just… a good man…

Here’s Where Everything Changed

At some point over the last 8-9 months, something shifted in me. In that time, I dated a narcissist, was sexually assaulted by someone I went on a date with, and then I met the ultimate avoidant. This was all meant to happen, and I don’t say that to minimise it, I say it not through bitterness or coldness, but

Clarity.

I realised I’ve spent so much time pouring into other people, trying to understand them, support them, love them, hold space for them…And not enough time choosing myself. Too much time not filling up my own cup.

So now?

I’m not chasing.
I’m not convincing.
I’m not waiting to be picked.

You either show me, consistently, clearly, and show that you choose me…
or you don’t get access to me at all.
..

There is no in-between anymore my body, my mind, my heart. No, you are not welcome!

It’s taken 42 years to reach this point, and I realise, I’m worth something, and it’s a deep routed find, and wow, my eyes are open.

For Any Woman Reading This

If you’ve ever felt like the one they come back to… but never the one they choose first…

If you’ve ever been “almost” loved properly…

If you’ve ever questioned your worth because someone couldn’t meet you where you are…

This is your reminder:

You are not too much.
You are not misunderstood.
You are not “almost.”

You are just no longer available for half-hearted love, and please hold your value high, hold it for someone who offers consistency, but offers to show up to! Not just a lunchtime meet in costa! Because the coffee dates are devaluing romance!!

However the true message stands, the moment you truly choose yourself, set your boundaries and recognise your value matters, is the moment the shift will happen!

The Peter Pan Syndrome. Why are you still addicted and chasing validation over Love – A post for men in their 40s

The phrase “Peter Pan Syndrome” comes from the fictional character of Peter Pan. However today, In popular psychology, it describes adults who resist the emotional responsibilities that usually come with adulthood, commitment, accountability, and deeper emotional intimacy.

While it’s not a formal clinical diagnosis, the term is often used to describe a pattern seen in some men who remain psychologically attached to a lifestyle of freedom, novelty, and validation long after their peers have moved into more stable phases of life. I mean for those reading this, who have been unfortunate enough to encounter this in a partner… You will feel this!

For some men, this pattern becomes most visible in the mid-to-late 40s, when a deeper internal conflict about identity, ageing, and self-worth begins to surface.

The Mid-Life Identity Shift

Many people assume maturity simply comes with age, however emotional development does not automatically follow the calendar.

For men who spent their 20s and 30s prioritising independence, lifestyle, or career success, over family life, their 40s can trigger a subtle identity crisis, and wow as the 40s go on, the shut downs become a form of self sabotage and self abuse.

This stage of life often brings new psychological questions:

  • Who am I now that youth is fading?
  • What do I actually want long-term?
  • Have I built something meaningful?
  • What does commitment mean at this stage of life?

For men who have avoided deeper emotional work, these questions can feel uncomfortable or even threatening. Instead of confronting them, some respond by doubling down on youth-oriented validation… Cue The Topless Pics on Instagram!!!

The Validation Loop

One modern factor intensifying this dynamic is social media.

Platforms like Instagram and TikTok, have created environments where attention and admiration are constantly available.

For men in their 40s who:

  • stay physically fit
  • maintain a youthful appearance
  • cultivate an attractive online presence – (Yep we’ve all seen those Hot Daddy types)

There can be a steady stream of attention from younger women…

This attention can create what psychologists sometimes describe as a validation loop.

The cycle looks something like this:

  1. Post photos or content online
  2. Receive admiration and attention
  3. Feel temporarily validated and ‘Good for their age’
  4. Then they go on and on and seek more attention to maintain that feeling

Over time, this external validation can become psychologically addictive. Instead of developing deeper emotional intimacy with one partner, the person begins relying on ongoing admiration from many people to reinforce their sense of self-worth… I mean, yes they look good, so in their minds, they’re not doing anything wrong, and will try so hard to justify their behaviour patterns, despite what those who love them tell them.

Why Validation Becomes So Important in the 40s

The mid-late 40s can be a psychologically sensitive period for many people.

It is often the stage where:

  • physical aging becomes more noticeable
  • social roles begin to shift
  • long-term life outcomes become clearer

For some men, especially those who strongly identified with youth, attractiveness, or freedom, this stage can trigger a quiet fear:

“Am I losing my value, my looks?” “Do I still have it?” – Attention from younger women can temporarily soothe that anxiety. It reinforces the belief that they are still desirable, still youthful, still relevant, but because this reassurance is external, it often needs to be repeated constantly. For that moment, they can tell theirselves, “Hey, I still have it”.

Avoidance and Emotional Distance

When validation becomes the primary emotional reward, deeper relationships can start to feel threatening.

A committed relationship requires:

  • emotional vulnerability
  • accountability
  • compromise
  • long-term investment

For someone caught in a validation cycle, these demands can feel restrictive. As a result, some men may become avoidant in relationships.

Avoidant behaviour can show up in different ways:

  • withdrawing when emotional conversations arise
  • keeping relationships undefined
  • prioritising independence over connection
  • losing interest once emotional depth develops
  • Keeping relationships surface level and fantasy, rather than reality

To a partner, this can feel confusing. The person may appear charming, attentive, and engaged at the beginning, but pull away when the relationship starts to require deeper emotional presence. This isn’t just down to identity and ageing struggles, this can also be deep rooted from Childhood trauma, and that missing link between, not feeling loved, not feeling enough.

Why Some Men Disregard Partners

When someone is heavily reliant on external validation, relationships can start to function more like sources of affirmation rather than mutual emotional partnerships.

This means a partner may be valued primarily for:

  • admiration
  • attention
  • excitement

rather than for the deeper emotional connection they bring.

Once the novelty fades, or once the relationship begins asking for more emotional maturity, the avoidant partner may disengage.From the outside, this can appear as sudden indifference or disregard. However, psychologically, it is often rooted in discomfort with vulnerability and a strong attachment to independence.

Do Men in Their Mid-to-Late 40s Struggle More With Avoidance?

Avoidant behaviour isn’t limited to any specific age group. However, certain factors can make it more visible in the mid-late 40s.

By this stage, a man may have:

  • decades of independent lifestyle patterns
  • a history of casual or short relationships
  • Trauma from partners leaving or cheating on them, due to emotional immaturity and capacity
  • strong identity built around autonomy

If emotional growth hasn’t kept pace with life experience, these patterns can become deeply ingrained, and need incredibly deep therapy in order to achieve change, At the same time, increased attention through social media or dating apps can reinforce the belief that there is always another option, and this is why they will never achieve the dream, because they will find their 10/10 and it still won’t be enough, the overwhelm and pressure their behaviour patterns will demonstrate will talk them out of every possibility of that dream.

This combination, long-standing independence plus endless validation, can make avoidance easier to maintain, and the sad reality is, they will never achieve the dream, even if they are 100% convinced they will. This is he real sadness here, because quite often these aren’t bad people, their early childhood and quest to be seen and appreciated, is their horrific downfall in life. Without accountability, recognition and honesty in therapy, the behaviour will serve them till their last breath.

The Difference Between Age and Maturity

The key takeaway is that age alone does not create emotional maturity. Some people develop strong emotional intelligence early in life through reflection, relationships, and self-awareness. Others can reach their 40s or 50s still operating from patterns established much earlier.

True maturity involves:

  • the ability to self-reflect
  • accountability for one’s behaviour
  • emotional availability
  • willingness to grow through discomfort

Without these qualities, chronological age becomes largely irrelevant.

The Real Question

When evaluating a partner, the most important question is not their age. It is whether they have done the inner work required for emotional intimacy.

Someone can be:

  • 30 and deeply self-aware
  • or 45 and still seeking validation in the same ways they did at 25.

Understanding this distinction helps explain why some relationships with older partners feel stable and grounded, while others feel confusing or emotionally distant.

The question is: Are you stuck in the Peter Pan Syndrome?

How to focus on Moving Beyond the Peter Pan Pattern: Growth in Midlife

While patterns like avoidance or validation-seeking can become more visible in midlife, they are not permanent traits. The 40s can actually be one of the most powerful periods for emotional growth, and they can glide into their 50’s with clarity and wisdom, and maybe an acceptance of the odd grey hair! Many people use this stage to reassess their identity, values, and the kind of relationships they want moving forward.

For men who recognise themselves in some of the patterns discussed, seeking constant validation, avoiding emotional depth, or feeling caught between youth and maturity, the good news is that change is entirely possible with intentional self-awareness.

1. Developing Self-Awareness

The first step toward change is honest reflection.

This means asking questions like:

  • Why do I rely on external attention for validation?
  • Do I feel uncomfortable with emotional vulnerability?
  • Am I avoiding commitment because of fear, past experiences, or loss of independence?
  • Am I truly hurting people, because of my behavioural patterns?

How did those questions make you feel? Did you lean in and then lean out? Yes the acceptance this could be you, is difficult, but needed…

Understanding the root of these behaviours can help shift the focus from blaming circumstances or partners toward personal accountability and growth.

2. Redefining Identity Beyond Youth

One of the deeper challenges in midlife can be the transition from identifying with youth and freedom to embracing a more grounded sense of self.

Rather than viewing aging as a loss, many men find greater confidence in:

  • life experience
  • emotional wisdom
  • stability and leadership
  • meaningful relationships

True attractiveness often comes not from appearing younger, but from self-assurance and emotional maturity.

3. Reducing Reliance on External Validation

Social media platforms like Instagram can amplify the need for constant approval. Taking a step back from the validation loop can help restore balance.

This might involve:

  • being mindful about how much attention social media receives in daily life
  • focusing more on real-life connections rather than digital feedback
  • building self-worth around character, values, and actions rather than external praise

When validation comes from within rather than from likes, comments, or admiration, relationships tend to become healthier and more authentic.

4. Practicing Emotional Presence

Avoidance often develops as a protective habit. Learning to remain present during emotional conversations is an important part of overcoming it.

This can involve:

  • listening without defensiveness
  • expressing feelings honestly rather than withdrawing
  • realising Blocking and Ghosting can cause incredible trauma for others
  • accepting that vulnerability is part of genuine connection

Emotional openness does not weaken independence, it actually strengthens trust and intimacy.

5. Embracing Growth Rather Than Escape

Perhaps the most important shift is reframing midlife not as a crisis, but as an opportunity.

For many men, their 40s bring:

  • greater self-understanding
  • clearer priorities
  • the ability to form deeper partnerships

Rather than chasing youth or external validation, this stage of life can become a time to build meaningful relationships and emotional stability.

Final Thoughts

The idea of “Peter Pan Syndrome” highlights a pattern, but it does not define anyone permanently. People grow when they are willing to reflect, learn, and adapt. Willing to take accountability for how they not only hurt others, but theirselves to.

Emotional maturity is not determined by age, status, or appearance it comes from self-awareness, accountability, and the willingness to evolve, see patterns and work in depth with therapists and self awareness to repair and heal.

For men navigating midlife, the most powerful transformation often begins with a simple shift in perspective: moving from seeking validation to creating a life built on authenticity, connection, personal growth, and acceptance that real validation comes from ourselves and a partner who truly sees us, hears us, supports us and loves us.

When Love Has Nowhere to Go. What happens when you fall for an Avoidant

There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t explode, it dissolves.

No dramatic betrayal, no obvious cruelty. no moment you can point to and say, “That’s when everything broke.”

Just love, slowly, quietly, with nowhere to land.

Loving someone with an avoidant attachment style often feels like pouring warmth into a room with no walls. Nothing visibly rejects you, nothing violently pushes you away and yet, somehow, everything disappears.

Not because the love wasn’t real.

Simply because it could not be received.

When Everything Feels Aligned

It often begins with something that feels rare, connection that feels effortless, conversations that stretch late into the night, laughter that feels easy, natural, unforced. Moments of closeness that feel deeply mutual. There is chemistry, there is emotional resonance. There is, at least for a time, a sense of alignment, the most beautiful alignment.

You don’t feel like you’re forcing something.

You don’t feel like you’re chasing.

It feels like something unfolding, a beautiful foundation being built with two human beings falling for each other.. and this is what makes it so confusing later, because nothing about the beginning feels incompatible. In fact, it often feels unusually right, perfectly right, and most of the time it is right…or at least could of been..

However, attachment dynamics don’t always reveal themselves at the start, because avoidant individuals can connect, in the beginning.

They can feel deeply.

They can even fall in love.

What they struggle with is not feeling, but staying.

Love vs. Fear: A Different Internal Reality

For the person who loves, closeness feels like safety, yet for the avoidant, closeness often feels like danger.

This isn’t a metaphor. It’s neurological. It’s sadly fact, and a fact even the avoidant themselves isn’t aware of.

Research in attachment theory shows that individuals with avoidant attachment styles frequently experience intimacy as a threat to autonomy. Emotional closeness activates the same stress responses that others might associate with loss of control, engulfment, or vulnerability.

Where one person feels warmth, the other may feel:

  • Pressure
  • Anxiety
  • A loss of space
  • A subtle sense of being trapped
  • A rising need to pull away
  • A feeling that the situation, relationship or partner isn’t right for them.

Nothing externally catastrophic needs to happen, no huge row… simply their body and mind, starts to reek havoc, slowly but surely, and they start to believe that they’re feeling this because the relationship or partner is wrong, they physically feel a build of anxiety, which leads to rumination, over thinking and panic, and the feeling of feeling overwhelmed, must be somebody else’s fault, because they don’t understand this is their own mental health, and any level of accountability means, it’s their fault, this over riding sense of anxiety, sickness, sleepless nights, lead to them saying ‘this isn’t right’… but please note, you could be a 10/10partner, but their mind will convince them you’re not right, and this is their own fear.

The relationship itself becomes the trigger, not because the love is wrong, but because the deeper the love and intimacy activates deeply wired protective strategies formed long before the relationship began. This is why most avoidants can only survive in relationships that are surface or fantasy based only.

The Tragedy of Misaligned Meanings

This is where the quiet sadness lives.

Two people experiencing the same relationship, but inhabiting entirely different emotional realities.

The loving partner experiences:

  • Growing closeness
  • Deepening attachment
  • Emotional investment
  • Hope
  • A desire for more connection
  • Love
  • Safety

The avoidant partner experiences:

  • Increasing discomfort because the feeling of love = anxiety
  • A need for distance to avoid accountability, and to feel safe
  • Emotional overwhelm, to the point it leads to both mental and physiological break down
  • A sense of losing independence, not being heard
  • Fear disguised as detachment

The same moments that feel like bonding to one person who has emotional capacity and maturity, but may feel like suffocation to the other.

No one is intentionally cruel, no one is consciously sabotaging.

And yet, damage happens anyway, because one of the parties didn’t realise what they we’re feeling was love…

When Love Becomes Something to Escape

As intimacy deepens, the avoidant nervous system often shifts into protection mode.

Common patterns begin to appear:

  • Emotional withdrawal
  • Subtle distancing
  • Reduced communication
  • Increased focus on flaws
  • Sudden doubts about compatibility
  • A vague sense that “something feels off”

Psychologists sometimes call this deactivation, the unconscious process by which avoidant individuals reduce attachment intensity when closeness becomes uncomfortable.

Love doesn’t disappear, access to it does.

To the loving partner, it feels like confusion:

“We were so close — what changed?”

To the avoidant partner, it feels like necessity:

“I just need space.”

The Ache of Unspent Love

For the one who loves, this is where grief becomes complicated, Because the love is still there, still alive, still willing. still reaching.

But with nowhere to go.

Love needs reception, Love needs reciprocity, Love needs emotional availability.

Without those, love doesn’t vanish, it lingers.

As longing, as rumination, as the painful question: “If it felt so real, why couldn’t it survive?”. There is a particular sorrow in loving someone who could not fully accept what you offered. Not because you were too much, but because they could not stay open.

The Avoidant’s Invisible Sadness

Yet there is another side to this story that often goes unseen, Avoidant individuals are not emotionless. They are not incapable of love. They are not immune to loss. Their pain simply looks different.

Avoidant attachment is rooted in early experiences where emotional needs were discouraged, ignored, or inconsistently met. Over time, self-reliance becomes safety, Vulnerability becomes risk, Distance becomes regulation.

Many avoidant individuals genuinely care, but experience closeness as dys-regulating. The push-pull dynamic is not calculated; it is protective.

And after withdrawal, they often feel:

  • Relief mixed with guilt
  • Confusion about their own reactions
  • Lingering affection they struggle to express
  • A familiar return to emotional isolation

The tragedy is not that they do not feel, The tragedy is that their fear consistently outruns their capacity for connection. The sad tragedy lies in, this will be their life, unless they learn, invest in therapy, and start to realise, kindness and empathy for others they cause paid to is key… a simple Sorry…

Why the Pattern Repeats

One of the most painful realisations for the loving partner is this:

Love alone cannot heal attachment wounds. Avoidant patterns are not situational quirks. They are deeply ingrained strategies for emotional survival.

Without conscious self-awareness and intentional work, the cycle often repeats:

  1. Connection
  2. Growing closeness
  3. Rising discomfort
  4. Withdrawal
  5. Distance
  6. Reset
  7. Repeat

Not because the partners are wrong, but because the underlying system remains unchanged.

The Cruel Irony of Compatibility

Perhaps the saddest truth of all, You can be deeply compatible with someone, and still be unable to build a stable relationship.

Shared values, Shared humour, Shared affection, Shared dreams, shared chemistry, intense attraction….

All of it can exist.

But if one nervous system experiences love as safety, and the other experiences love as threat, alignment at the surface cannot overcome misalignment at the core, until the avoidant does the serious work needed on themselves.

When Love Isn’t Wasted – Just Unreceived

It is tempting to call this wasted love, but love is never truly wasted.

Love given sincerely is evidence of capacity, not failure.

The ability to love deeply, openly, vulnerably is not something that diminishes because it was not reciprocated. It remains a reflection of emotional strength, a person with emotional maturity but mostly, capacity, you understand the real meaning of love…

The heartbreak lies not in loving the wrong person, but in loving someone who could not remain present inside the love you shared.

A Sadness Without Villains

This kind of story rarely has villains.

Just two people:

One reaching for closeness.

One retreating toward safety.

Both shaped by histories they did not choose.

Both experiencing pain in ways the other struggles to understand.

And love…..caught between longing and fear… it’s there.. it exists…

With nowhere to go.

Everything Happens for a Reason – The American Dream

I flew 8,500 kilometres to follow my heart.

Not to chase anything, just to listen to that quiet inner pull that told me I needed to be here. I knew there was a risk. I knew the outcome might not be what I hoped for, and it wasn’t.

What I thought would happen didn’t happen.

But what did happen has changed my life.

Last year was one of the hardest years I’ve ever lived through. I’ve become very good at wearing a mask, hiding the sadness in my eyes, disguising the cracks in my confidence, especially in places where I once felt strong. I show up smiling, even when parts of me are still healing.

This trip stripped that mask away.

The first day here was filled with joy. The second day, it all disappeared. Everything I thought this journey was about was taken from me in an instant and instead of sitting in it, instead of becoming bitter, playing the victim, or feeling sorry for myself, I made a decision.

I chose kindness.

I chose to go out into the world and give what I still had left. Not because I expected anything back, but because being kind makes me feel whole. And if kindness returns, that’s beautiful, but it doesn’t need to.

So I complimented elderly women.

I bought an old man a mango tea.

I spoke to strangers.

I made friends.

I shared socials with photographers.

I laughed with people I’d never met before.

I had conversations with potential love matches that reminded me I’m still open, still hopeful.

And suddenly, this week became a week of discovery.

A week that felt… meant to be.

I’ve always felt drawn to America. No matter where I’ve lived, I’ve rarely felt truly at home, but every time I’m here, especially this time, there’s a deep, unexplainable sense of belonging. Not the kind you get when you’re on holiday and fantasise about a new life, but a quiet knowing. A feeling in my bones that says, this place matters.

I don’t know how that fits into my life yet, especially with a young child and a father who loves him deeply, but I trust that clarity will come when it’s meant to.

One thing that surprised me about LA is how obsessed the world thinks it is with perfection. Beautiful people, perfect faces, flawless bodies. You wonder how you could ever fit in.

And yet… everywhere I went this week, I was met with kindness and unexpected affirmation.

I went on a date with a truly lovely man, someone I’d known only as an Instagram connection for years. He drove an hour and a half just to spend the day with me, showed me the Hollywood sign, took me to dinner in Beverly Hills, and gave me his time and presence. There was no romantic compatibility, but he had one of the most beautiful souls I’ve encountered.

At one point he looked at me and said, “You’re the most American British woman I’ve ever met.”

As we walked around Beverley Hills, he told me to look, and he told me I stood out, He told me people noticed me, everyones heads turned…

And they did.

Women complimented my outfit.

Strangers asked if I worked in TV.

People asked if I modelled.

They told me my hair was fabulous, that I looked pretty, that I carried myself beautifully…

As a 42-year-old woman, that kind of attention can feel uncomfortable, even embarrassing. But this time, I let it in. I needed it. Not for my ego, but for my spirit. For the parts of me that had forgotten their worth.

This trip reminded me of something important:

There are two types of people in this world.

Those who say they are kind, and then hurt others without hesitation.

And those who show kindness through action, consistency, and integrity.

This week showed me exactly which one I am.

I don’t just call myself a Christian — I live it. I believe in the words from Matthew: “Treat others as you would like to be treated.” Being a Christian isn’t about what you say on Sundays; it’s about how you show up when it’s hard. When you’re hurting. When it would be easier to close your heart.

And I won’t close mine.

No matter how much pain I experience, I will never stop being kind.

I will never stop showing up.

I will never stop loving.

This journey, this unexpected, imperfect, emotional trip, has reminded me that everything truly does happen for a reason. I was pulled here for a reason, even if I don’t fully understand it yet.

The Signs I Couldn’t Ignore

As this week comes to an end, I’ve realised it wasn’t just the experiences that changed me, it was the signs, Quiet ones, Gentle ones, The kind you don’t notice unless you’re finally still enough to listen.

Yesterday I sat alone on the beach, the ocean stretched out in front of me, my heart heavy from the emotional rollercoaster of the week. I had a tear in my eye when someone came and sat a few metres away, music blaring from their speaker…. and then it played , Red Red Wine by UB40. You never hear that song anymore, But there it was and I won’t explain why it matters to me only that it does. Deeply. In that moment, looking out across a California beach with that song playing, I knew. I knew why I was here.

Every time sadness crept in this week, I walked, and every time I walked, I was reminded of something familiar, something grounding. One day, while quietly sharing my sadness, Dexys Midnight Runners came on, my life anthem. The song that has carried me through more than anyone knows. Hearing it felt like a nudge: Back in the room, Kerry. You’re okay.

And then there was the word Joe.

Everywhere I looked, it appeared. Cafes, Fridge magnets, Sign, Small ordinary places, to me, it wasn’t ordinary. It reminded me of my son, It reminded me of my Grandad. It gave me strength when I needed it most. Too many times to be coincidence, this week.

There is a reason I’m here. I don’t know what it is yet, and I wish I had the answers now. I trust that one day I will. Whether the reason is joyful or painful, big or subtle, it matters, America has always felt like this to me, I never feel home anywhere, but here.. yes my God, I feel home. There is a pull here, the strongest pull I’ve ever felt.

And no, it has nothing to do with the original reason I came. That chapter ended, not by my choice, but by having my vulnerability met with unkindness, by being left in shock when all I needed was compassion. But instead of letting that define this journey, I chose goodness.

I rode the buses, trams, bikes even though everyone told me not to use public transport, I am no snob and I wanted to feel part of something, To see everything, To experience the city as it really is. I ended up on the weirdest, most wonderful bus journeys through LA’s rougher parts, and then somehow found myself walking through Rodeo Drive, feeling like I’d stepped into a Pretty Woman dream.

And that’s when it hit me.

Life really is special.

Even in pain.

Even in disappointment.

Even when plans fall apart.

Especially then.

This week reminded me that meaning doesn’t always arrive the way we expect, but it always arrives when we’re open enough to receive it, and for that, I am endlessly grateful, and as I conclude this, just finishing a call with my son and his father, I’ve just been told, my ex would move here in a flash, and has offices all over here.. maybe the dream isn’t too far away…

I can’t wait to bring Joe back … Is this home? Let’s see…

Can we ever Truly Walk Away from Someone We Really Love?

Can we ever truly walk away from someone we really love — someone we deeply love, someone we were in love with? Can we ever really close the door on that kind of love, I mean FUCK, Where do we even begin to make that decision!

We like to tell ourselves that time heals everything, that distance makes the heart forget, that we’ll eventually move on and meet someone else who fills the spaces they once did. But does that ever really happen when your soul still aches for someone you can’t have? How do we pretend we’re healed? How do we pretend that it’s okay to watch them love another — to see them laugh, to see them move on, to see them build a life without you — while your heart quietly shatters in the background?

Because we do pretend, don’t we? We pretend we’re okay. We smile when their name comes up. We say, “I’m happy for them,” when deep down, a small, quiet part of us whispers, “That should’ve been me.”

I’ve loved somebody for a long, long time. For many years. And the hardest part isn’t that I stopped loving them, it’s that I still do. It’s that I know I can’t be with them, even though my heart still wants to be. It’s that somewhere inside me, I know they love me too — maybe not in the way they used to, or maybe not in the way I wish they would, or maybe the love story in my head plays out in theirs — but whichever way the love is still there.

And yet, we still can’t be together.

That’s one of the saddest facts about love, isn’t it? That sometimes love isn’t enough. That you can meet someone who feels like home, who feels like your mirror, your heart, your peace, and still, for a thousand reasons, you can’t make it work.

We cross paths with people all our lives. People who teach us something, people who change us, people who awaken something in us that never existed before. But it’s rare — almost painfully rare — that we meet someone who feels like they were meant for us, and yet we can’t keep them.

Why is that? Why does timing always seem to work against love? Why does the universe bring two souls together only to cruelly frisking tear them apart?

Some say the universe has a plan. That if two people are meant to be together, they will find their way back to each other, no matter how much time passes, no matter how much changes. But what if that’s not true?

What if not all soulmates are meant to stay?

What if the universe sends us certain people not to keep, but to teach us — to show us what love could be, to open our hearts, to break down our walls, to awaken us to a deeper understanding of ourselves?

Maybe that’s why the timing never seems right. Maybe the universe isn’t cruel, maybe it’s precise. Maybe it knows that we need to grow, to evolve, to learn lessons we wouldn’t have if we’d stayed where we were.

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Because love, real love, doesn’t just fade with logic or understanding. You can rationalise it all you want. You can tell yourself, “It wasn’t meant to be,” but your heart doesn’t care about reason. It only knows what it feels.

What is it about love that breaks us so deeply? What is it about love that makes us cling to every single word they ever said to us, every moment, every look, every memory?

It’s almost like the mind becomes a museum of everything they ever gave us, every text, every song, every smile, every promise. The sad bloody thing is, we revisit that museum over and over again, because it’s all we have left of them.

We cling to hope, don’t we? I know I do, I still keep the dream alive in my head, and I think that’s why when im rejected the pain cuts deep. Even when we know, deep down, there probably isn’t any. We hold on to the tiniest thread, a look, a message, a song that feels like a sign, we look for synchronicity and we convince ourselves that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance. For me I feel the universe has random play with my head, I can drive away and our song will play, or I will see their name on the side of a van etc, there are always signs.

But the truth is, love doesn’t always find its way back. Sometimes the chapter just ends, no matter how much we wish it didn’t. Sometimes the universe delivers too early, or too late. And that’s one of the most heartbreaking things about being human, to love someone with everything you have, and to know that timing, circumstance, or fate decided otherwise.

We live in a world obsessed with closure. We’re told that every story must have an ending, that healing means letting go completely, that moving on means you no longer care. But love doesn’t work like that. How much easier would life be, if there was always closure, Kerrys world would be a peaceful world for sure.

Sometimes the door doesn’t close neatly. Sometimes the person you loved becomes a ghost you carry quietly inside you. You learn to live with the ache, to smile through the longing, to accept that some loves don’t fade, they just change shape.

You learn to live in a world where they exist, but not with you and that takes strength, more strength than most people will ever realise.

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning how to breathe again in a world that no longer holds what you once dreamed of. It means learning how to hold both the pain and the gratitude — the sadness of what never was, and the beauty of having loved that deeply at all.

Maybe love isn’t meant to make sense. Maybe it’s not about happy endings or perfect timing. Maybe it’s about connection, raw, real, and often inconvenient, I wished I could deliver you the answers, but no expert or guru in the world, will ever give you the answers you want to hear, and most often the answers already lie within. I really personally study myself and work on myself deeply, and I found in most relationships I have had, I’ve already know the answers.

And maybe the people we can’t have are the ones who shape us the most. They show us what love truly means, not just in romance, but in patience, in loss, in letting go with grace.

Because sometimes, the bravest kind of love is the one that continues quietly, without expectation, without return, without possession. The kind of love that says, “I’ll always care for you, even if I can’t have you, I just want you to be happy”, maybe real love is putting that other person first, before yourself.

And maybe that’s what it means to walk away, not to stop loving, but to love differently. To love from afar. To love silently. To love enough to let them go.

Love isn’t always fair. It isn’t always kind. But it’s real. It’s the most human thing we ever get to experience. And even when it breaks us, even when it leaves us with more questions than answers, it’s still worth it — because to have loved deeply, truly, vulnerably… that’s what makes life mean something.

So maybe we never truly walk away from someone we love. Maybe they just become part of us — forever woven into the story of who we are.

And maybe that’s okay… and I tell myself regularly, Kerry its okay to love and let go…