I don't owe you anything.

Overcoming inernalised toxic guilt and fawn from emotional parentification.

Just this morning, I was driving home from my local Sunday Markets and there was a woman standing in the middle of the road, waiting to cross over. She was not at a crossroads and she also wasn’t in danger.

Normally, I am always someone to stop and let people pass — I am frequently the one trying to cross the road with a small child in tow, and I believ…