This personal failure began with a family crisis. My younger brother is currently navigating a period of significant instability - making financial and relational choices that threaten his long-term well-being. As his sister, I felt worry; as a clinician, I felt a compulsive need to intervene. I slipped into what we call enmeshment - a psychological state where boundaries between individuals become permeable and unclear. I wasn't just supporting him; I was emotionally hijacking his autonomy. I spent three days in a state of hyper-vigilance, drafting "helpful" text messages that were actually veiled attempts at control. My cortisol levels were spiking at 3:00 AM as I rehearsed lectures on executive function and responsibility. I was convinced that if I stopped applying pressure, his life would lose its structural integrity. I was carrying the weight of a Savior, ignoring the cardinal rule of social work: you cannot work harder than the client.
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