figured.”
WHAT I LEARNED
For years, I thought being a good daughter meant being available.
If someone needed money, I gave it.
If someone needed help, I showed up.
If someone made a mistake, I fixed it.
If someone was struggling, I carried them.
I thought that was love.
But there is a dangerous difference between helping someone and allowing someone to depend on you completely.
One builds a relationship.
The other builds resentment.
My family didn’t suddenly become cruel the night they told me to disappear.
That night simply
