So being away for so long in some people’s minds, they asked me to come home. I didn’t know quite where that was, but I figured my children were asking me to come back closer. So I did. It was a tough journey because I had found a place I called my home. They were family even if not blood related. But truth be known, I didn’t have any money left nor wherewithal to keep myself in check.
I left a beautiful group of people to move back to my blood family. I will go more into this later… but suffice it to say, four years forward, I’m glad I did. I’m glad my children and my one sister wanted me back and I’m so thankful they helped me find me again.
I still suffer from psychotic love in a way… mostly only now with my parents, children, and my two sisters and my animals, but to me it’s a healthier psychotic love. I can say however, I love my parents in true love, and healthy love. And my friend from when I was 11. I can’t even tell you how beautiful and non psychotic love that is!
But love in any sense of spychotic that is healthy is healthy. What I mean by that is the ones you feel you love too much but are good to you that his healthy. The ones you love too much but reciprocate in mean words, or patronizing, or jealous, or derogatory, and yet keep loving them? that is negative psychotic love.
I will end this tonight with saying, after all this thinking…. there are two sides to psychotic love… the positive kind… the one that needs to be there for the ones you know need you, then the ones that suck it dry because they know they can do that to you. … this is such a BIG topic.. more to come to describe the different levels of PL.