You meet a person. You share trauma and/or interests in common. They seem lovely, you hang out, and you become friends, fast. You notice some inconsistencies, e.g., they are not on any social media or love to complain about everything (being a victim), and perhaps in your gut you have this uneasy feeling. But making a deep connection is exciting and you steamroll over any red flags.
And then one day (soon, if you are lucky), you stretch your boundaries so much that an inevitable dramatic event occurs naturally and, in shock, you have to face the reality. The person is laden with emotional and mental health baggage, what they really need is therapy, not your friendship, you are not equipped to help them, you missed all red flags and overstepped all boundaries.
Sound familiar? As you wonder, once again—what happened? How did I let this happen? You realise you tried to “save”/ “fix” someone, again. You’ve done this before. Your first attempt at “saving” was likely your loved one who you desperately wanted, needed to change. Why do you keep doing this?
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