Fol(D)gers

The commitment that my ‘family’ still has towards using me as their bipolar beard is…crazy. None of them have come back groveling out of guilt and…that’s bothering me. Because I feel like I failed at getting them to see how flawed our foundation is. I thought falling back, to work on me, would eventually spark a ripple effect. But my absence is just allowing them to go back to living comfortably, in our generationally cursed chaos. Which also bothers me. Unfortunately, my urge to spend an endless amount of energy, rant raging in the chat is nowhere to be found. So I’m trying to find a way to cope with the fact that my attempts at waking us up to our dysfunction, ignited the kind of fear in them…that made them fold.