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Jan 31

too much


i care way too takes a toll on me. i get attached way too fast. i get my heart hurt too much. i’ve been hurt too many times. i give people chance after chance after chance. no matter how bad they hurt me i give them another chance. if someone doesn’t answer me for awhile i always think the worst. i try to not think about the what if’s, it’s hard to do. i have a big heart, it let’s me care-care too much. sometimes it’s a bad thing , but sometimes it’s a good thing. i am trying to not be “too much “. it makes me want to relapse to take my mind off of whatever i’m thinking. i’ve been clean for about three and a half months. everything seems like too much sometimes. i can’t help but care , love, appreciate, etc; too much.

Hey Gabriella, I know it must have not been easy but thank you for sharing. I understand how you are feeling, as I too am a very over caring person. It was a struggle for me because I would always think the worst as well when people didn't answer, were they mad at me, did I do something. In the end it was my mind making everything up. My advice from my experience, actively work on your thoughts and never stop. Try to limit negative and change to positive. STOP letting people hurt you multiple times. We do not need people in our lives that do not respect or care about our feelings. Do not ever stop loving and caring, just start giving more to the right people. As for being clean, I AM PROUD OF YOU, stay strong.

Hi ladies as i read your shares i knew i had been in your shoes. I learnt with many lessons good and bad that it is honestly ok not to spread yourself too thin as you already know once a good support person always a good support person lol. Others sadly begin to get addicted to our loving caring support BUT once we love them with TRUTHS all goes quiet. We are the positive person that so many need but we can be also the persons that no one wants around because we represent accountability as we truely want those that need us to rise an empower themselves with independance of confidence and good choices an change. So my lovelies what i do is if im going in to hlp someone i go in with no expectations, offer advice only when asked but let the other person know that i come from a true intention place but it is completely a choice if they take my advice, dnt hate the messenger who is offering clarity 😉😘

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