Dr. Kimrose

There was a time I mistook empathy for obligation. I believed that if I could feel someone’s pain, I was responsible for easing it....

For years, I carried what was never mine and shouldered weights I was never meant to bear. I mistook love for rescue, and compassion for captivity. I thought that healing those I loved would somehow make me whole. But in holding their pain, it became my portion and their wounds, my inheritance.