01/16/2026
Nobody asked her,
Who takes care of you?
Nobody said,
Youâre allowed to be a child.
So she swallowed her needs
until they turned into skill.
And later, she grew up
and people called her âstrong.â
But they didnât see the truth:
Strength was the costume she wore
so no one would notice
how long sheâd been alone.
Now she loves like a caretaker.
She over-gives. Over-functions.
Over-explains. Over-forgives.
She mistakes anxiety for intuition
and responsibility for romance.
She finds people who are half here and she brings the rest of herself
to make up the difference.
Because somewhere deep inside,
her nervous system still believes:
If Iâm needed, Iâm safe.
If Iâm useful, Iâll be kept.
If I carry everyone,
maybe someone will finally carry me.
But listenâŚ
You were never born to be the glue.
You were never meant to earn love
by disappearing into service.
You deserved softness without performing for it. You deserved to be held without first proving youâre worthy of holding.
You are allowed to put the world down.
You are allowed to be a daughter.
You are allowed to be human.
If this hit you, I Didnât Choose to Be Born goes deeper into how childhood roles shape your nervous system, your boundaries, and the kind of love you keep settling for. Link is in the first comment.
And if your parentification shows up as over-attaching, chasing emotionally unavailable people, and feeling withdrawal when you try to let go, Chasing Love That Hurts is also there. đ¤