I’m 24. I’m an avoidant personality. I used to have a vague hope that things might get better some day, yet struggled not knowing exactly who or what I was.I had no idea how, but I thought I could work on myself. I could change. I could become the kind of person able to truly and intimately love and be loved. It wasn’t until a friend, a girl, who, in retrospect, I’d idealized and on whom I’d had an unhealthy fixation, gave me the avoidant diagnosis as her own that my lot in life became clear. More accurately, it took a year for me to realize what […]
