Twin Souls

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Stage 4: the twin flame love crisis point

While this love can be euphoric, it also inevitably involves a crisis stage.

While this is often unpleasant, the good news is that it can also catalyze a deeper, more stable bond in the longer term.

This stage involves significant anxiety and worries about your bond with your mirror soul partner, and the crisis can be just about anything.

It may be related to grief, betrayal, struggles with self-love, or any number of other things that put pressure on your connection with your twin flame.

In spite of the supernatural compatibility of twin flames, this is often a point at which the two people decide to separate. (A process that is extra painful given that it involves giving up a part of yourself).

However, if you can get through the next few stages, you will emerge stronger than ever before.

(source: tbelawofattraction.com)

Sanaa ☯️

As I may or may not have mentioned, I hated the feeling of losing control. I hated that my small but noticeable steps to emotional recovery came to a sudden halt. I hated that the littlest decision had the power to change everything.

It was difficult to mourn someone who was alive because you'll never know if you'll meet again. After the notes she left for me, my siblings and my dad, we never heard from her again. She deleted her social media accounts and changed her number. No one had an idea on where she could've headed off to because she did not go back to Nigeria.

My siblings reacted like any typical set of children who shared a close bond with their mother. My heart ached whenever I heard their muffled cries every night . It ached when they allowed their pain to silence them and separate us from each other. It ached that I was unable to find balance in an unstable household.

As much as the situation drained me, I couldn't allow myself to completely drown myself in misery. I refused to cry. I had two vulnerable youngsters and a home I had to take care of. I was their mother now.

It wasn't easy. I did my best to be patient with them but it did get hard for me at times. The anger outbursts from them were too much for me to deal with at times and I did snap at them at them twice. I regretted those instances as soon as their eyes welled up.

Dad wasn't any better. He barely spent time at home during his free time and would only return in the middle of the night. Sometimes I would hear him stumbling across the apartment due to his drunken state.

The only time we managed to exchange words was during the morning hours before dropping my siblings off to school.

My father who once loved me couldn't stand to look at me. I couldn't blame him; my looks reminded him of my mother.

His behavior triggered me. I began to avoid viewing my reflection because it reminded me of her as well. The face I slowly learned how to love became the feature I despised the most.

My school work suffered a lot due to my low concentration skills but I did my best to do my work. My ability to get things done was the favorite quality that I possessed.