Sometimes my life doesn’t work…
not because I’m not trying,
but because I’m still living by old agreements
I never even remember signing.
We’ve looked at pain.
We’ve named patterns.
We’ve stripped away stories that never belonged to us.
But now…
Now, something else begins.
You’ve done all the inner work.
You understand your patterns.
But you’re still tired. Still anxious. Still stuck.
We admire strong people.
We praise them. Depend on them. Expect from them.
But we rarely ask: what does that strength cost them?
There is a kind of hurt that becomes furniture in the room.
You stop noticing it. But it shapes everything.
She always says yes.
She always smiles.
She always shows up.
And slowly, she disappears.
Some people mess up their lives because they don’t care.
But some people hurt because they care too much.
What parts of my life feel like a constant struggle?
Have I inherited beliefs that don’t belong to me?
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