Empathy? Your Glaring Stare

Control not love.

The panic attacks hit me like waves after you denied my reality, dismissed my emotions, and made me feel crazy.

It was a cycle I knew all too well—one I had been forced to endure since childhood.

You stood there, watching me unravel. My tears, my trembling hands—these became proof to you of my supposed “neediness.”

You didn’t see the pain you caused; you…