by Anita Hisir | May 17, 2024 | anxious attachment style, anxious in relationship, Connection to Self, General, Relationships, Self-Esteem
Stop People Pleasing and Find Happiness Within Are you someone who genuinely enjoys helping others and making others happy? Have you found that your joy of helping others can sometimes feel like you’re overextending yourself into the realm of people pleasing...
by Anita Hisir | May 17, 2024 | anxious attachment style, anxious in relationship, General, Relationships
Attunement: Your Unmet Need for Connection For as long as I can remember, I’ve been craving someone who would just “get” me—no need for long explanations or justifying my feelings, just pure understanding and being on my side. Whether it was with my family, my best...
by Anita Hisir | Feb 20, 2020 | anxious attachment style, anxious in relationship, General, Self-Esteem
Low Self-Esteem is Sabotaging Your Chances at Love Have you been struggling to maintain a healthy, stable relationship? Do you keep meeting these potential partners in hopes that they could be the one? But then have the scenario play out where you become needy,...
by Anita Hisir | Feb 18, 2020 | General
How to Be Single For as long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with boys. The first 11 diaries of my life can back me up on this… from age 8 to 25 are filled with the glorification and worship of the boys in my life at the time. It’s funny, most of whom I wrote...
by Anita Hisir | Jan 24, 2019 | General, Goals & Intentions
How You Might Be Sabotaging Your New Year’s Resolutions They seem reasonable, and when face to face with the thing that which you must do but are dreading doing, your reasons, considerations and excuses seem absolutely justifiable. Not only are they justifiable,...
by Anita Hisir | Mar 2, 2018 | anxious in relationship, Compassion, Connection to Self, General
From Bingeing to Being For years it felt as though something was missing in my life. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it as a child, but I knew something didn’t feel right. Growing up with a hard-working, single Dutch mother, I relied on her for everything: food, shelter,...