Sometimes you see why people are what they are.
That happened the other day. And that makes me want to say I’m sorry.
Sorry for what they feel they have do to protect themselves. For what it takes to feel satisfied or alive or that they matter.
I can’t tell whether they are experiencing the consequences of their own actions, or whether nobody ever treated them right in the first place.
My guess now is both.
They became who they are to survive. Maybe they will see that they don’t have to stay that way. Or maybe it’s so ingrained that it’s “just them.” And maybe they’ll be surrounded by enablers forever or end up alone.
I’d like to believe a lot of it is just for show. For sympathy and likes and ammunition.
But if it isn’t, and it’s for manipulation, I understand that, too.
Feeling in control of something, anything is more powerful than any prescription.
In any event, I see you. I forgive you. I wish you all the best and the healing you need to do to get it.
