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The WeightGuilt

I still feel guilty for protecting the conditions under which I stay kind

Dear Delyara, That’s one of the strangest and saddest habits in me. If I take distance so I don’t become resentful, guilty. If I turn the phone over so I don’t snap at someone, guilty. If I leave something unanswered because my tone would otherwise come out wrong, guilty. If I protect my own mind early enough that I do not become sharp, flat, or emotionally careless later, still guilty. It’s as if some old system inside me believes that self-protection only counts as morally acceptable after visible damage has already begun. Before that point, it still looks like selfishness in the eyes of the stricter voice. I know that’s not wise. I know that kindness often depends on privacy, pacing, and boundaries. And still guilt comes. I think what I’m trying to learn now is that protecting the conditions under which I remain gentle is not selfish. It is responsibility. Maybe even love. But some old parts of me still haven’t caught up to that truth.

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