Your Trauma Ain’t a Trump Card, Mate.

Yes, yes—we know. Life’s been harder than overcooked barbecue. You’ve been through things that would make soap opera writers weep into their decaf coffee. And honestly? Respect. You survived things that would turn most people into wallpaper paste. We love that for you.

BUT (and this is a capital B-U-T)—your hard life is not a license to be a public menace.

You can’t just go around throwing emotional ninja stars at everyone because you had a rough childhood or your last relationship was basically a haunted house. Like, I get it—life handed you lemons soaked in vinegar and spite—but must you now chuck them at strangers’ heads?

Just because the universe hit you with a frying pan doesn’t mean you get to set the kitchen on fire. Yes, life’s been hard. But don’t make it harder for everyone else.

Don’t get me wrong—we ALL have our days. We cry in the shower. We rage at printers. We threaten the toaster for not understanding our trauma. That’s called being human. But when your emotional baggage starts needing its own passport and smacking people in the face on the daily? Time to zip it up and check it in.

You’re not the villain in a tragic backstory movie. You’re the main character in a dark comedy. And guess what? Main characters GROW. They don’t stay stuck in Season One being rude to the cashier because their ex ghosted them after borrowing their air fryer.

Look, healing is hard. Growth is harder. But being decent? That’s free. It’s gluten-free, low-carb, emotionally sustainable, and surprisingly refreshing. Be the plot twist that no one saw coming: the person who went through hell and still holds the door open for the next person.

So go ahead—process your pain, cry into your cereal, scream into the void. But for the love of all that is holy and caffeinated, don’t be the reason someone else needs therapy.

Life’s already hard enough. Don’t make it harder by acting like a sassy tornado of unresolved issues.

Love you. Mean it.

Now go drink some water and behave.