Control doesn’t always shout — it whispers. It shows up as concern, dresses itself as love, hides inside advice. But real love doesn’t cage you. Real support doesn’t ask you to silence your instincts or doubt your gut. When someone tries to reshape you to fit their comfort, that’s not care — that’s erasure. Piece by piece, they rewrite your edges until you forget you had any. Don’t let anyone soften your spirit or mold your truth to match their expectations. Guard your boundaries like your soul depends on it — because it does.