You talk about growth.
You journal.
You meditate.
You go to therapy.
You do the “work.”
But let’s be honest—
you’re not healing.
You’re hiding.
You turned your pain
into a project.
You made self-discovery
a distraction.
You weaponized introspection
so you could avoid actually living.
Now you know all your patterns.
You’ve named your wounds.
You’ve categorized your trauma.
And you’re still stuck.
Because naming the wound
is not the same as changing the behavior.
Understanding the pain
is not the same as facing what comes after.
You became obsessed with the why.
And forgot the what now.
Healing isn’t a hobby.
It’s a demolition job.
It’s messy.
It’s brutal.
It doesn’t always look “regulated.”
You don’t get cookies for self-awareness.
You get freedom when you act differently
even when the old shit still screams.
But you’re not doing that.
You’re just building a smarter cage.
A prettier trap.
One with mood lighting and quotes about boundaries.
You’re not healing.
You’re avoiding the risk of being real.
You don’t need another breakthrough.
You need to move.
Unfiltered.
Unpolished.
Unready.
The wound isn’t the problem anymore.
Your obsession with it is.
