You can have someone's attention and still be starving.

Attention is all too easy to come by, these days. Pure intentions? Those are rare.

Anyone who's ever lived on limerence alone, who's ever attempted to build a relationship on chemistry and hot-and-cold connection, will tell you: it's a foundation destined to fail. Because insecure attachment doesn't answer to logic, certainly doesn't care if you're cared for - it simply latches onto whatever looks the most like the limited version of love you've come to understand and expect, and calls it home.

Kasischke is no stranger to affection with fine print, attention with no backbone. She's also intimately aware of just how easily the love you've seen and received all your life can become the only love you know how to seek and accept - unless and until you see your own tendencies for what they are: protective mechanisms rooted in false beliefs. Ones that kept you safe then, but keep you stuck now. And will, until you roll up your sleeves and pull every one of those beliefs up by their roots.

In May I Have Your Intention, Kasischke does just that. This is not a book in which the author asks for your attention and blind belief - for you to sit, listen, and believe what she has to say. It's one where she sits with you in the crash-outs and the moments you feel insane, in being overwhelmed and misunderstood, undeserved and unsure, half-chosen and misled. One where she reaches out a hand to bring you into her own experience before you walk out of the dysfunction together, on purpose.

Where you're invited to witness firsthand what it means to unlearn unhealthy attachment and replace it with something priceless: a heart wide open.

So, the author would like to know: may she have your intention?