The Sybil

You feel what the room won't say.

Under pressure, your boundaries soften. You feel other people's pain in your own body before you've decided to.

In the world.

Strangers tell you things in elevators. You're the friend people text at 2am. Not for advice, just to be witnessed. You walk into rooms and your body picks up the weather before your mind does. You blur. You absorb. You leave a conversation knowing more than you should and saying less than you knew.

What it has cost you.

The shape of you, eroded by every shape you held space for. The truth you held about yourself, lost in the truths you held about others. The yes you said to belonging. You said it so many times the no stopped forming.

What you fear.

That having firm edges means losing the connection.

You also share the tribe with

The Alchemist

The Stoic

The Pilgrim