The Dichotomy of the Anxious/Avoidant
When Chaos Feels Like Chemistry Chaos is not chemistry, it’s chaos. “You arouse all these deep feelings within me, but that does not mean it’s good.” We grow up learning, soulmates are people who’ve made you suffer. Or at least, suffered because of. We’ve learnt to interpret strife, unease and anxiety as chemistry. Chaos is our definition of passionate love that burns, so when we step into fire we feel thrilled and honored that a love of such intensity has found us. And so we stay, we stay. We stay. Through the intense arguments because we are assured the reconciliation would just be as intense. It usually is. The greatest low does not compare to the greatest high that comes when all is finally well again. The sense of accomplishment, the proud feeling of glee in knowing you’ve “won” something, beat all odds and proven everyone wrong when all is good again. But it’s fleeting. We stay, through the bickering. No one else has seen us this way, so twisted up out of shape. We convin...
