Who is responsible for this baggage?

Don't mix up the two: Love is not responsibility over someone else's baggage.

No matter how much love we share or how painful my baggage is, it is mine to transform. The moment I transfer the accountability over my history to you, I rub my eyes with mud and look at the world through your charity. I borrow your ears to listen and your mouth to sound out my words. Such a loan is impossible for deep healing and clarity to take place.

When I demand you to make me (feel) better, it is not love that I am asking but control over you. I use you as an instrument for personal relief knowing how precarious and temporary the tactic would be. The moment I give you the responsibility over my wellbeing, I am drained of power and become a corpse that waits on your will.

To heal is a collective activity. We lean on each other for support and dance in the light of solidarity, but that doesn't translate to thinking that you will save me. A "Could you help me? Would you hug me?" is never the same as a "Could you solve me? Would you fix me?"