One of the strange gifts of a traumatic childhood is that it can make you obsessed with personal growth.
That was me. I started therapy in college because my anxiety had become debilitating. And I basically never stopped.
Over the next few decades, I studied everything: attachment theory, internal family systems, CBT, positive psychology, psychodynamic approaches. I read the books. I listened to the podcasts. I did “the work.”
I developed a deep understanding of my childhood wounds—why I was triggered by certain things, why I kept repeating the same patterns in relationships, why I chose the men I chose. I could trace it all back. I understood my parents’ wounding, my siblings’, my exes’. I had insight into everyone.
And yet.
No matter how much I understood, I kept ending up in the same place: dead-end relationships with emotionally unavailable men who couldn’t give me what I needed. I’d analyze the pattern while I was in it. I could see exactly what I was doing. And I’d do it anyway.
I knew better. My body didn’t care.
The Mind Knows. The Body Remembers.
Have you ever said “I’m not hungry” while walking to the fridge?
You open the door, scan the shelves, grab something—all while your mind is somewhere else entirely. You weren’t hungry. You were just... doing what you always do. The body on autopilot, following an ingrained pattern the mind didn’t sign off on.
This is a tiny, harmless example of dissociation—that state where the body and mind seem to be operating on different tracks.
But sometimes, especially for those of us who experienced childhood trauma, dissociation isn’t so harmless. It becomes a way of surviving. And the patterns it creates can run our lives for decades without us even realizing it.
Here’s what I mean.
You decide you want a healthy relationship. You do the therapy. You read the books. You understand, cognitively, exactly why you’ve been choosing unavailable partners. You can explain your attachment style in clinical detail.
And then someone shows up—someone with that familiar energy, that particular brand of emotional unavailability—and your body says home.
It’s not a thought. It’s a feeling. A pull. A craving you can’t quite explain.
That’s because your mind holds one truth while your body holds another.
Your mind wants to heal. Your body is still running the old program—the one written in childhood, the one that learned love looks like longing, that intimacy means anxiety, that the only partners worth wanting are the ones you have to chase.
Understanding Is the Beginning, Not the End
I want to be clear: I’m grateful for every hour of therapy, every insight, every breakthrough. Understanding my patterns was essential. I don’t think I could have healed without it.
But understanding alone didn’t change me.
I could explain exactly why I was drawn to a certain man and still fall into the same trap. I could see the red flags waving and walk toward them anyway. I could know, intellectually, that I deserved better—while my body kept craving what was familiar.
The shift didn’t come from more analysis. It came when I finally started working with my body instead of just my mind.
Through somatic practices—breathwork, movement, learning to actually feel my feelings instead of just think about them—I started to release what had been stored in my nervous system for decades. The patterns that lived below my awareness. The survival strategies my body had been running since childhood.
It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t linear. But slowly, what used to feel like “chemistry” started to feel like a warning sign. And what used to feel boring—calm, consistent, available—started to feel like safety.
My body finally caught up to what my mind had known for years.
How to Start Getting the Pattern Out of Your Body
If you’re someone who understands your patterns but can’t seem to stop repeating them, here’s what I want you to know: You’re not broken. You’re not weak. You’re not bad at relationships.
Your body just hasn’t gotten the update yet.
Here are a few ways to start:
Notice without judgment. The next time you feel that familiar pull toward someone—that “spark” that feels like chemistry—pause. Put your hand on your chest. Ask yourself: Does this feel like excitement? Or does this feel like activation? You don’t have to do anything with the answer yet. Just start noticing.
Practice feeling your feelings. For those of us who dissociate, this can sound absurd—like being told to “just relax.” Start small. A few times a day, pause and ask: What’s happening in my body right now? Tightness in your chest? Heaviness in your belly? You’re not trying to fix anything. You’re just building the muscle of awareness.
Move your body without a script. Dance in your living room. Shake. Let your body do whatever it wants to do without choreography or purpose. This can help discharge old energy and create new pathways.
Work with someone who gets it. A therapist or coach who integrates somatic work can help you access what talk therapy alone can’t reach. The body holds what the mind forgets—and sometimes you need a guide to help you find it.
Healing isn’t about understanding more. It’s about feeling what you’ve been avoiding and letting your body finally learn that it’s safe.
Your mind has done its part. Now it’s time to bring your body home.
xo Nina
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What this piece captures so well is the gap between insight and embodiment.
I was especially drawn to the idea that understanding a pattern can be deeply important and still not be the same thing as changing it, because that names a frustration so many people quietly carry...
Yes! On my healing journey, it was the somatic work that really moved the needle, expecially with sex and relationships.