Tricky Sol

I used to think my brain could handle anything—doom-scrolling at midnight, absorbing everyone's drama while ignoring my own mental health. Then I realized my mind had become a digital hoarder, running Windows 98 software while trying to process global catastrophes and celebrity gossip simultaneously. Turns out, my brain's fragility wasn't a bug; it was a feature that needed protection.

There are people who will bait you into playing their games, using your vulnerabilities against you. But here's what they don't want you to know: you're always in control of whether you engage. This is how I reclaimed my emotional sovereignty—and how you can too.