I am in my early thirties. I work in tech, have the flexibility to work remote, with a good work-life balance. I find meaning in my life with supportive family, a good group of friends, and opportunities for growth and travel.
And yet. I hadn’t realized I was feeling mentally and physically stagnant for a while. It wasn’t something I was aware of until the arrival of the ex-AP, that I was yearning for and seeking more emotional connection, to feel myself being built up, encouraged; to feel fun, desired, excited, alive. It took my ex-AP to remind me of all the things I loved about myself, of my capacity to give and to love, though it also brought about the worst of me.