My closest friend and I both come from families where love meant sacrifice and now we're in this weird competition of who can give more in our friendship, and it's starting to feel exhausting and inauthentic. Neither of us knows how to just receive without immediately trying to give back more.
More people experience this than they realize.
You've inherited a template where love requires self-erasure, and it's poisoning your capacity for genuine intimacy.
“Where Are You with Family-of-origin patterns in adult love?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.