Why an All-Consuming, Passionate “Love” is a One-Way Ticket to Hell

Love isn’t supposed to feel like an anxiety attack in disguise. That all-consuming, make-you-sick passion? That’s not romance—that’s your nervous system throwing up red flags. But society’s been feeding us the lie that love should be overwhelming, messy, and borderline psychotic. Spoiler alert: it shouldn’t. Real love is steady, secure, and doesn’t leave you questioning your worth. If your relationship feels like emotional whiplash, you might be addicted to the chaos. Let’s break down why butterflies are actually a trauma response—not a love story.