“Contradiction Cards: Because your wholeness doesn’t need to make sense to be valued.”
“I’m Still the Villain in Their Story, Even After I Healed”
Emotion Pair: Regulated + Resented
Mood Texture: A lighthouse blamed for not being a rescue boat
Symbolic Inner State: A peace treaty on fire in someone else’s hands
Summary:
You did the work.
Not the Instagram therapy kind—
but the ugly, sleepless, memory-reclaiming, ego-shattering kind.
And still, you’re cast in the old role: unreliable, unsafe, the Reason for Everything.
Because if you’ve changed…
Then what does that say about the people who defined themselves by surviving you?
It’s easier for them to keep you in the role of fire
than to admit they never noticed you’d stopped burning.
Signs You’re Here:
You’re being held accountable for old behavior by someone who refuses to update their version of you
You’re more emotionally stable than ever—and somehow, it’s threatening
You’ve said “I understand” more times than “I’m sorry” and still get treated like you haven’t done either
Suggested Ritual:
Write this sentence down:
“I am not the keeper of someone else’s coping mechanism.”
Then fold the paper and bury it under a rock.
Leave it there.
Rocks don’t care about narratives. They just stay.
Mantra:
“I was never the villain. I was the unstable protagonist.
But I rewrote myself.
And no one gets to footnote that.”
Let them hold their mask. Let them keep their story.
But don’t shrink just because you’re inconvenient to their version of events.
You’ve become someone safe—and that’s dangerous to people still hiding from themselves.
Im introducing what I call contradiction cards Into my blog ethos.
Contradiction Cards: The Patterned Echo of Being Human
These are not affirmations.
They are emotional coordinates—snapshots of the tangled, the bittersweet, the quietly brave.
Each card is a moment hosted, not fixed.
A poetic GPS for people who feel too much, too many things, at once.
They name the liminal space between healed and hurting, proud and pissed, regulated and still not invited to the damn table.
Rooted in Oddthentic Philosophy, these cards don’t ask you to “think better thoughts.”
They offer something more radical:
Permission to hold your wholeness without needing applause, permission, or proof.
They are snapshots of the Self mid-becoming.
Contradictions, not as dysfunctions—but as patterns made visible.
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