For the longest time, my nervous system had a very specific definition of "home." It was a comfort zone built on a familiar, deep-seated ache: the profound need for genuine connection. When I looked closely at my adult attachments and the spaces where I felt desire, I realized they were mirroring the exact same lack of availability I experienced during years of childhood neglect. The body gets used to what it knows, even when what it knows is emptiness. But deeper at the root