Hint: It’s not them.
It’s the version of yourself you haven’t faced yet.
The First Time I Realized I Was the Common Denominator
I was crying — again — over someone who’d left me feeling like a half-empty glass. And then it hit me: This isn’t about them. This was the third time I’d let someone carve their initials into my softest parts and act surprised when it bled.
Isn’t it exhausting? How we keep rewriting the same story with different characters?
We blame the villains — the narcissists, the emotionally unavailable, the ones who love us like a burning building — but the truth is, we’re the ones handing them the matches.
The Ugly Mirror
Here’s what no one wants to admit:
- You don’t attract toxic people. You allow them.
- You don’t fall for potential. You addict yourself to the high of being chosen by someone who’ll never stay.
- You don’t “love too hard.” You confuse suffering with devotion.
Think about it.
The toxic ex who ghosted? The friend who only calls when they need something? The partner who treats your heart like a backup…
