Took me a while to realize - I don't have to make everyone feel comfortable. It's not my responsibility to hold people's emotions together or make them feel better about themselves at my expense. I am not the fixer or the emotional dustbin for people rho can't handle their own mess. It's not like I didn't try - I did, for years. I tried so hard to keep everyone happy that I forgot what happiness even felt like for me. I sacrificed my peace, my joy, and even my self-respect just to maintain some fake sense of harmony. And honestly? It's exhausting. Soul-crushingly exhausting. It drained me. It left me empty and tired in ways I can't even explain. I gave so much that I was left with nothing, and even after that, I was blamed for being cold. The thing is - people will blame you anyway, so at least now, I give them a reason.