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Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident

Attachment Weaponisation: The Bond Was Never an Accident I never noticed the closeness being built. I just assumed it was love, and assumed what I owed because of it, without either of us ever saying it out loud. Short version: Trauma bonding is usually described as something that happens to you, almost by accident, through unpredictable reward. A 2025 Cambridge study, interviewing eighteen women with sustained attachment to abusive partners, found something sharper underneath that: the closeness itself is often deliberately constructed early on, specifically so it can be exploited later. Researchers call this attachment weaponisation. The unsettling part is that it isn't always obvious while it's happening. It can feel completely organic, right up until you realise how much invisible obligation got built into it along the way. What is attachment weaponisation? A 2025 study led by researchers at the University of Cambridge, published in the journal Violence Aga...
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Ego, Malfunctions & That One Time I Thought I Was in Control

A one-page glister inspired by Dr. K (the monk-psychiatrist-gamer-legend)


The ego.

That slippery, smug voice in your head saying, “You’ve got this. You’re in control. One drink won’t hurt. You’re better now.”


But here’s what Dr. K taught me—ego isn’t confidence.

It’s the mind’s last desperate attempt to keep running the show.

Even when the show’s on fire.


He talks about how ego blocks healing because it refuses to admit it’s hurting.

It wants to perform wellness, not actually do the messy work of feeling pain.


The ego says:


“Meditation? For hippies.”

“Silence? Boring.”

“Help? Please, I help myself.”


But underneath all that noise?

There’s fear.

Exhaustion.

And a tired little human who’s just trying to feel OK.


Dr. K says the secret is to stop trying to conquer the ego.

Just watch it. Like a sitcom character who thinks he’s the boss but keeps stepping on rakes.


The moment you stop feeding it—through arguing, proving, posturing—

It deflates.


And that’s when peace sneaks in.

No fireworks. No enlightenment tattoos.

Just this:

A breath.

A blink.

A second of real you.


No mask. No malfunctions. No nonsense.


Just you, unfiltered.


And that, my friend, is where the healing starts.


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