Walking on Eggshells: A Codependent's Primer

There is a choreography to it.

A tightrope ritual performed in kitchens, hallways, text threads with too many drafts.

Step light.
Step quiet.
Step not-too-much.

You learn the temperature of a room before your foot crosses the threshold.

You read eyes like air before lightning, silence like a warning system, and breath like the pressure of the room.

Walking on eggshells...
a devotion to not breaking what was never yours to hold together.
So you shrink your laugh,
trim your truth,
and file down your edges
until you can pass through without a sound.

Listen…
the shells are not the problem.

It is the agreement that your aliveness is too loud
for someone else’s fragility.

It is the myth that your care can regulate another person’s storm if you just step carefully enough.

It is the slow forgetting of your own weight,
because you were never meant to hover.
You were meant to land and take space with the full gravity of your being...
messy, rhythmic, unpredictable, alive.
And yes…
something will crack.

Let it.

Let the brittle constructs that required your silence fracture under the truth of your presence.

Let the sound echo.

Because the moment you stop walking on eggshells is the moment you remember you have feet...
and they were made for ground,
walking straight into your heart.

Love,
Elizabeth
💚🙏💚
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