For years, love always slipped away from me. Every relationship started with hope but crashed into heartbreak. Friends started joking that I was cursed in romance. Even people I barely knew picked up on it somehow, giving me those pitying looks.
The more it happened, the more guarded I became. Fear crept in deeper each time. I started believing real love might never happen for me. I threw myself into fixes—working on myself, swiping on every dating app, listening to friends’ advice, and even going to therapy. Nothing shifted. The same empty feeling stayed.
The guy I pictured in my future, the one who would actually stay and understand me, felt impossible to reach. As the disappointment piled up, hopelessness took root. I wondered if something bigger was going on—maybe not a literal curse, but patterns from my past, old hurts, or energy I carried without realizing. It made me question everything ordinary explanations couldn’t touch. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36320
