I woke up with the phrase, “You don’t owe me anything” repeating, repeating. Was this from a dream?
You don’t owe me anything: you don’t owe me paperclips or postits or charts or rantings or emptied inkpens or chewed pen caps or filled notebooks. You don’t owe me your survival. You don’t owe anyone — not even yourself. This isn’t about owing at all.
Owe is about debt, right? Who told you you were indebted to other survivors?