"Success might terrify you because it threatens something precious - not your ego, but your belonging. When struggle is how your family connects, thriving can feel like betrayal."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I sabotage myself constantly. Right when things start going well, I mess it up somehow. But here’s what I don’t get – I’m not afraid of failing. I’ve failed plenty. That doesn’t scare me at all.
Companion
What happens in your body when things start going well?
Seeker
Restless. Like I need to get out of there.
Companion
Out of where?
Seeker
I don’t know. Out of being seen? Out of the spotlight? But that’s not quite right either. I actually like being seen. I just don’t like being seen… succeeding.
Companion
What’s the difference between being seen struggling and being seen succeeding?
Seeker
Struggling is real. Honest. Human. Succeeding feels fake somehow. Like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.
Companion
Who taught you that struggle is more real than success?
Seeker
Nobody taught me that. It’s just true. Look at the world.
Companion
I’m asking about your world. Growing up, who struggled?
Seeker
Everyone. My mom with her depression. My dad with.. strange, I can’t even say what he struggled with. Struggled with his stillness? I sound odd.
Companion
And where were you in all that struggle?
Seeker
I was the one who… I mean, I struggled too. We all did.
Companion
But something in how you said that. “I was the one who…” What were you about to say?
Seeker
I was the one who could have gotten out. I had good grades. Teachers liked me. I always felt I had options.
Companion
Did you take them?
Seeker
Some. But every time I did well at something, it felt wrong. Like I was showing off. My brother would make these jokes about me being “too good” for everyone. People would get quieter.
Companion
So success meant something specific in your family.
Seeker
It meant you thought you were better than everyone else. Or at least completely unfamiliar.
Companion
And what happened to people who thought they were better?
Seeker
They left. My aunt went to college and basically disappeared. Never came back except for holidays. My dad’s brother started a business and suddenly he was “too busy” for family stuff.
Companion
So in your family’s ecosystem, success equals abandonment. Both directions.
Seeker
Shit.
Companion
What are you seeing?
Seeker
I’m still doing it. I’m thirty-five years old and I’m still ‘protecting’ them? But from what? From me leaving? I already left. I live across the country.
Companion
Have you left, though?
Seeker
What do you mean?
Companion
You live across the country, but you’re still playing by the family rules about success. You can’t shine too bright or you’ll lose your membership card.
Seeker
But that’s insane. They want me to do well. They say they’re proud of me.
Companion
What do they connect with you about when you call home?
Seeker
My stress at work. My dating disasters. The apartment problems. We can talk for hours about what’s going wrong.
Companion
And when things go right?
Seeker
“That’s nice, honey.” Then they tell me about their problems.
Companion
So you’re still connecting through struggle. It’s the family frequency.
Seeker
Fuck. I am. And when I succeed… I lose the frequency. I lose them.
Companion
What would happen if you succeeded anyway?
Seeker
I don’t know. That’s what scares me.
Companion
The unknown on the other side of success.
Seeker
It’s not unknown. It’s empty. They’d still love me but they wouldn’t know how to talk to me anymore. I’d be like my aunt. The one who got away but lost her place.
Companion
Is keeping your place worth keeping yourself small?
Seeker
I want to say no. But I keep choosing it, don’t I? Over and over.
Companion
What else could you choose?
Seeker
I don’t know. I honestly don’t know what success without abandonment even looks like.
Companion
Maybe that’s where to start. Not knowing.
Seeker
Yeah. Maybe.
Who are you protecting by not allowing yourself to thrive?
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