Thread by @theseerheals

Nobody talks about how people who grew up in broken, chaotic, dysfunctional homes don’t always dream of fame or fortune or some picture-perfect lifestyle. Their dreams are simpler. Softer. More sacred.
They dream of stability. Of a home filled with peace instead of

tension. Of waking up in a space that feels safe… not one where they have to walk on eggshells or brace for impact. They don’t care about luxury... they care about security. About having something they can call theirs without the fear of it being ripped away.

They don’t fantasize about power… they fantasize about consistency. About someone who stays. Someone who chooses them. Someone who doesn’t love them one minute and punish them the next. They want to build a life where love doesn’t come with conditions, where affection isn’t

earned through silence or perfection, and where being human doesn’t cost them connection.
Because when you grow up in dysfunction, your nervous system never gets to rest. You're always in survival mode. You learn how to read the room before you even

learn how to read a book. You learn to keep quiet, to keep peace, to keep everything inside. And those scars don’t just fade when you grow up... they follow you into relationships, into parenting, into how you love and let yourself be loved.
So no, they’re not chasing private

jets or spotlight moments. They’re chasing peace. A home that feels like safety. A partner that feels like warmth. A life that doesn’t feel like a ticking time bomb.
And when they say things like, “I just want a peaceful home,” it’s not small. It’s not simple. It’s

everything. Because it’s a dream born from everything they never had. And that kind of dream? That’s not weak. That’s powerful. That’s healing. That’s survival turning into hope.
So if someone like that lets you into their world… understand what

it took for them to believe in that dream again. They don’t want the whole world. They just want a corner of it where love feels safe… and finally, real.