A small declaration on unsolicited advice.

I share openly. I write about intimate things, my inner life, my experiences, my struggles, my discoveries, sometimes even my wounds.

None of this is an invitation to interpret me.

My vulnerability is not a request for advice. It is not permission to explain my trauma to me, diagnose what is happening in my life, tell me what I need, or offer conclusions about experiences you have only encountered through fragments of my writing.

There is an important difference between sharing your own experience and placing an interpretation onto mine.

“I went through something similar, and this is what helped me” leaves both of us sovereign.

“This is what is happening to you, and this is what you need to do” crosses a boundary I am no longer willing to leave ambiguous.

If I want advice, I will ask for it.

If I want someone’s interpretation, I will ask for it.

If you have an insight about my life that feels important to share, you can ask whether I want to hear it.

Writing publicly about my humanity does not make my inner world public property.

I love genuine dialogue. I love curiosity, different perspectives, people sharing what they have lived and learned. There is enormous richness in meeting each other there.

But please do not confuse openness with availability for unsolicited analysis.

That boundary is absolute for me.