Sometimes, people mistake help for habitat. You open a window so they can breathe, and they start hanging curtains. You lend a mirror so they can see themselves clearly, and suddenly they are asking if you like their reflection better at this angle.
It is not malice β not always. Some people just do not know how to hold their own mess without handing you the bucket. But when you spend your life wringing out other peopleβs guilt, you start mistaking exhaustion for compassion.
So here are the new(ish) rules:
-If you need therapy, get therapy.
-If you need forgiveness, ask β once.
-If you need a stage, buy your own lighting rig (I have some duct tape if you bought it second-hand⦠no shame).
This space is for truth, not theatre.
I am not your therapist (unless I am and then well⦠ignore that part), your priest (that would be a new rp), or your audience. I am just someone who has realised (finally!) that empathy is not an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Gentle reminder:
This space is not for diagnosis or labels. It is for truth, accountability, and repair. The goal is not to name what you are β it is to own what you did and how you are changing, learning, and growing.
