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I don't think it's some big tragic confession or owt. Just an observation. Even then I think part of me knew it's always easier to fix somebody else's heart than look at your own, y'know? Well this I doesn't mean I didn't feel things. Means I was better about other people's feelings and hiding behind 'em a bit. Those who guide others, such as psychologists, counselors, philosophers, or friends, often become skilled in understanding paths they haven't personally walked. I get perspective, Structure, Cause and effect. You can point at the page and say, "There's the a misunderstanding. There's the a fear. There's where must be should talk to each other." Yet, The moment it's my own problem? Suddenly all that lovely wisdom starts looking suspiciously theoretical, terrifying and honestly I don't know if it's always easier and sometimes it's just less impactful.