When Sympathy Becomes a Prison

Do not try to save me. I say this not for drama but from hard-earned truth. Every time someone rolls up their sleeves to rescue me, they end up broken themselves. I know my chains by name. I know comfort in misery. Blaming others is safe. Owning my own failures demands effort I refuse to give. Tears cost nothing. Change costs everything. If you still want to rescue me, understand this: I have closed the prison door behind me for years. No advice, pity, or good intention can free someone who loves the darkness more than the light.

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