When Helping Turns Into Saving—and I Start Losing Myself
Last night, my tears just kept flooding while watching Don’t Say Good Luck . I think the movie touched something in me that I didn't even realize was waiting to come out. Maybe I was also just tired—tired from the stress of growth pains, the weight of so many decisions, the responsibility of building something bigger, and honestly, even from the sheer number of wonderful things happening at the same time. Sometimes, even good things can be overwhelming. But the tears weren't really about sadness alone. They felt like recognition. Like the movie was holding up a mirror to parts of my own life—the sacrifices, the responsibilities, the dreams I had to postpone, the people I've tried to take care of, and the realization that while I've spent so much of my life building and providing, I may have forgotten to simply cherish the life happening around me. Sometimes, a story doesn't just entertain you. It finds the parts of you that you've been too busy to feel. And pe...