A reflection on how oversharing can masquerade as healing—and the cost of always being emotionally available online. At some point, self-expression became survival.We began posting our lowest moments with carefully chosen fonts,packaging our pain in digestible captions,waiting for connection—but often met with consumption. We called it empowerment.But what if it’s really just emotional exhaustion? “We Normalize Vulnerability Online, But We Don’t Protect It” There’s a difference between safe spaces and shared spaces. We’ve made rawness go viral.We post our therapy takeaways before we’ve even digested them.We bleed publicly and call it strength. But who’s tending to the wound when the likes fade? Vulnerability without care isn’t brave.It’s brittle. “There’s a…