I don’t think I want to, either.
For years, I was obsessed with the concept of making the people I cared for “better” where I could see their self-destruction, personal detriment, low self-esteem, self-sabotage, etc.; though I didn’t consciously or intentionally seek connections with people who didn’t believe in themselves.*
My thought process was (at the time), if I can help the people I loved to love themselves, maybe I’d find that value in myself, too. A very rose-colored-glasses mindset in retrospect, clearly. *Self-doubt is an integral part of being human, and a dragon we must individually conquer ourselves. It can only be faced alone.
I look in the mirror now & see the person I’ve always wanted to be, ironic how every trial, tribulation, doubt, fear, loss & win has built this person staring back at me. I don’t regret it - anything; and I think of how much I’d probably resent someone if they’d tried to save me, too. Only you can do that for yourself.
Nobody is coming to save you but you, and you must let everyone live their destiny.
PS - I did go back to Twitter despite my articulation that it’s a toxic relationship, but whatever; in the sense that as long as I avoid the FYP, it’s not too bad. There’s a lot of hatred & division pushed through the main algorithm there, but I do enjoy sharing my creativity/random thoughts/self-expression on there in a way that IG + my website aren’t compatible with. I think that’s all.
