Control is Not Containment

What my recovery (and psychodynamic work) taught me about real safety.

For a long time, control was my language for safety.

In my later teens and early 20s, I learned that if I could control my body (what it ate, how it moved, how it looked) I could manage the unease that lived underneath everything. I wouldn’t have called it that back then, of course. If you had any conversation with me about this then, I would’ve told you…