When Did I Become The Villain. #booktube#podcast #books#poetrybooks #olgaforeign

Here’s what I want you to carry from tonight: villain is a costume other people rent for you when your truth no longer serves their comfort. You don’t owe them a performance. You owe yourself a life.If you recognized yourself in these poems, try this weekly practice:One boundary said out loud. Not a speech. A sentence. “I’m not available for that.” Then stop talking. Let silence be your co‑counsel.One reclamation. Bring back a small thing you gave up to be palatable—a hobby, a color you love, a time of day that belongs to you.One witness. Text a friend who tells you the truth gently. If you don’t have one, write the truth to yourself and read it back tomorrow out loud. Become your first witness again.One refusal to translate. When you feel the urge to over‑explain, ask: “Would this explanation actually change this person’s behavior—or just soothe them?” If it’s the second, keep your breath.And if someone insists on narrating you as the villain, let them keep their story. You are busy writing a life. You’re training your weather toward places that can hold rain and grow things. You are not the storm they fear; you are the climate they refused to tend.If tonight stirred something, sit with it. Don’t sprint to forgive what you have not named. Don’t sprint to fix what is not yours to carry. Sit. Breathe. Choose one honest sentence and build around it.