And you’ve said it so often I don’t even flinch. It’s just a cultural thing.
Reminds me of the first time I watched Good Will Hunting. Tons of rough language, but 15 minutes in, all I heard was their message. That movie had me in tears when Robin Williams, his therapist, got courageous with Matt Damon, telling him “it isn’t your fault” again and again. Both had been abused as children. Will (Damon) even wanted to swing on him since…people often misuse one’s vulnerability. Will took the open door he saw right in front of him, and wept. Hard.
He broke through his barrier of believing no one cared. His therapist did since he’d experienced the same abuses.
I’ve pulled that movie up multiple times over the years, and it still makes me cry.
Believing I’m alone with my shit is one of my largest unspoken “limits”. Initially when I saw DR’s sales pitch, I thought it a superpowered limit destroyer. It may be.