
âWeâre trying to build love, trust, and meaning without first examining the chaos weâre building them in. Otherwise itâs castles made of sand on sand. Beneath it all lies a quiet, suffocating fear⊠that if we truly face the root problems, we might open a Pandoraâs box of unending trauma. So we avoid it. We freeze. We stagnate. We stay in the hell we know with the devil we recognise, because the cost of leaving financially, emotionally, existentially feels too great. The dream of greener grass rarely outweighs the fear of loss, instability, loneliness, and starting over with a stranger who – at least through the narrow lens of a phone screen – might be even worse. So we remain⊠not loving, not leaving⊠repeating the same cycles our incompatible parents did.â



















