My wounds are such, that when I see them reflected in you, my response is one to want to heal you. To shelter you and let you know there is better.
My desire for connection and the mutual exploration of the deep does not fit.
I am to be taken in doses, as I see I am too much, or is it not enough?
I am told my need to help is not normal, by some even unwelcome- no matter the intent.
Do we not all have the desire to help each other? To care for and nourish each other?
To bathe the wounds in kindness, love and acceptance?
I do not understand why I don’t fit here.