Sometimes, without even realising it, we hand over the responsibility of our happiness to someone else.

We expect them to understand us, to behave a certain way, to respond the way we hope they will. We wait for that message, that apology, that acknowledgement, that moment where they finally “get it.”

And while we wait, we put parts of our life on hold. We pause our ease, our joy, even our sense of self, as if it all depends on what they choose to do next.