06/02/2026
So brilliantly put 🙏
Had a conversation with a colleague today about being the black sheep of the family.
And honestly… the black sheep are rarely the problem.
They’re usually the ones who went to therapy. Or read the books. Or stopped pretending everything was fine. Or asked awkward questions. Or refused to keep playing the same tired roles.
They’re the ones who looked inward instead of pointing outward. The ones who said, “Hang on, this isn’t actually OK.”
Which is why the rest of the family often find them… inconvenient.
Because when one person does the work, it shines a light. And some people would rather dim the lights than clean the room.
So yes. Many of us go to therapy to cope with the people in our lives who refuse to go to therapy. We learn boundaries because others won’t respect them. We learn regulation because chaos was normalised. We learn self-reflection because blame was easier.
Being the black sheep isn’t a failure. It’s often a sign you broke a cycle someone else wanted to keep running.
If you’ve ever been labelled “too sensitive”, “difficult”, “dramatic”, or “the problem” for wanting honesty, growth, or change… welcome to the flock 🐑✨
You’re not broken. You’re just brave enough to do the work.
🖤