What MGEL Is and Why It Exists
Floating Through the Universe Alone: Living with Disorganized Attachment
What if the push-pull inside you isn’t a flaw—but a pattern? This post explores a powerful realization about disorganized attachment and the emotional blueprint it leaves behind. A story of grief, clarity, and finally seeing the shape of your suffering.
Start Here: What MGEL Is and Why It Exists
My mission and vision for this project
Why Me?
Why does one sibling break while others seem untouched? This piece unearths the quiet ache of being the one who didn’t bounce back. A meditation on sensitivity, survival, and the painful not-knowing that follows you long after childhood ends.
An Original Wound
Growing up in a divided household—one parent religious, the other atheist—left a fracture that shaped how I saw myself and the world. This piece explores how conflicting truths can split a child down the middle, and how early emotional contortions can echo through a lifetime. If you’ve ever felt like you had to become two different people just to survive, this is for you.
MGEL Mini: My Brain Says I’m Safe. My Body Disagrees.
A knight. A drawbridge. A nervous system screaming no.
This MGEL Mini explores the freeze that follows vulnerability—and the hidden cost of being seen.
MGEL Mini: This Is Not A Blog. It’s A Rescue Mission.
What if the hardest part of healing isn’t the pain itself, but believing you’re allowed to feel it? This post explores that quiet war.
What Rest Actually Feels Like (And Why I Didn’t Know)
Rest isn't always restful — especially when your nervous system doesn't believe you're safe. This post explores the difference between true rest and survival-mode shutdown, and how finding psychological safety changes everything.
What Even Is ADHD?
ADHD isn’t just about distraction or hyper kids bouncing off walls. It’s a misunderstood, misdiagnosed, and deeply personal reality for many-especially for those who don’t fit the stereotype. Here’s a look at how it impacts me.
Is It Still Trauma If They Meant Well?
It took me a long time to realize that harm doesn’t require intention. That even love, when distorted by fear or shame or control, can leave a scar. This is for anyone still second-guessing their pain just because someone 'meant well.'
The Crushing Kind of Loneliness
This isn’t the kind of loneliness that goes away when someone texts back. It’s the kind that comes from being fundamentally unseen — from having a voice no one ever really heard. The kind that makes you feel invisible, even in a room full of people who love you.
The Body Never Lies
I used to think I was over it — that if I could explain it away, it couldn’t hurt me anymore. But my body never got the memo. It carried the shame like a hidden scar, reacting in ways I couldn’t control, long after my mind had moved on.
What If You’re Not Broken?
For years, I thought my struggles were proof that something was wrong with me. But what if they were just signs of how hard I was trying to survive in a world that never fit? What if you’re not broken — just brilliantly misread?