I realized today that I like it when people are kind to me. That sounds weird, right? But, I used to be scared of people being kind to me. Partly because it gave me complicated feelings that I didn't want to deal with, and partly because it felt so alien and strange. I avoided "overly kind" people for a long time. When people were really kind to me I wanted to run away and hide to avoid breaking down crying. I gravitated towards people who were more critical or at least kind of emotionally walled off. They felt more familiar and safer. Somewhere ...