I Told my Therapist:
“I feel safest when I do everything alone.” She didn't even ask why. She just said, "That's not independence. That's grief. And I swear. I felt something in me break open.
Because it is grief, isn't it? Grief for every time you asked for help and no one showed up. Grief for being the child who had to hold it all together while everyone else fell apart. Grief for realizing way too young, that no one was ever really coming to save you. You didn't choose to be strong. You had to be.
An introvert won’t chase you. They’ll observe you, understand you, then disappear if your energy feels fake.
You’ll think they’re cold, but they’re protecting peace that took years to build. Ever lost a quiet person and felt the room go empty?