I used to think chaos meant love. That calm was a trap. That being bored in a relationship meant it was the wrong one. But really, I was just addicted to dysfunction—and I was the one bringing it into every corner of my life. My friendships, my work, my relationship, even the way I talk to myself.

In this episode, I’m owning the fact that I’ve been the toxic one. The walking red flag. The drama. The disaster. But also? I’m learning. I don’t want to pass this down to my kids one day. I don’t want to teach them that love has to hurt to be real.

Peace used to feel suspicious. Now I’m craving it. Maybe that just means I’m growing up… or maybe I’m just finally done bleeding for the plot