Healing the Ties That Bind

How Old Wounds Show Up in the Present

My mom broke her hip, the family texts started piling up, and I ended up screaming into a pink couch pillow.

I thought I was angry about hospital logistics and rearranging my life. But underneath that anger was something much older: the feeling that I was expected to show up for people when I had spent so much of my life believing no one would show up for me.

Apparently, I wasn’t as healed as I thought.

In the full story, I share how Cutting the Ties That Bind brought buried anger and abandonment wounds to the surface—and what happened when I finally let someone be there for me.

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