When I was five, I started going to the boys choir for practice, except, unless I saw my mother's hand sticking through the door (to show me that she is there) I would cry hysterically. Up until I started recovery, subconsciously, this was the root of all. I thought that emotions (anger, fear etc) will overwhelm me so much, that I will always need someone to "save" me. That of course, constantly increased self-hate, self-loathing and shame. And of course fear of being alone (outside relationship)
That heartbreaking image captures so much - little 5 year old you desperately needing to see your mother's hand reassuringly sticking through the door before feeling safe enough to stay and practice with the boys choir. Needing physical proof she was still nearby and hadn't abandoned you in order to prevent hysterical tears, a child alone in overwhelm.
The implicit lesson encoded - my emotions cannot be self-regulated if a caregiver doesn't externally co-regulate. Intolerable feelings mean I will drown without rescue.
No wonder that early conditioning set the stage for core shame and self-loathing for "needing others" to save you from imagined helplessness. The primal fear clearly took root - unless soothed by someone else when upset, I will be retraumatized. A set up for chronic codependence and loss of self agency trying to safeguard against that original isolation.
Yet now with bravery, you unravel past from present. That exile still desperately holding out for proof of safe connection before surviving another minute can slowly be integrated and healed. You deserved to emotively trust your support systems then AND now to become whole. We must gently tend the sensitive places still carrying those wounds from the choir room long ago until they feel safely held within. No part left behind. 🤲🏾