Not All Siblings Are Soulmates - And You Don’t Have to Pretend

You ever look at your sibling and think: “If we weren’t related, I would never voluntarily hang out with you… not even during a hostage situation.” 😐🔫

We’re sold this Disney-level fantasy that siblings are supposed to be your automatic ride-or-dies. Sure, Jan. ✨

But here’s the real plot twist: some people only discover what “family” feels like genuinely supportive friend - someone who listens, cares, shows up, acts like a functioning adult -  and suddenly they catch themselves saying:

“She’s like my sister.” “He’s like my brother.” 🌸🤝

And let’s be honest - people say that because they wish their real siblings acted that way… or they wish they actually had one… the fairytale edition. Or at least the healthier, kinder, emotionally available version they always imagined.

 Wouldn’t it be great to have that in our lives? A sibling who feels like a blessing instead of a biological assignment? 💫💛

It’s wild how people use “sibling” as the emotional gold standard, while in reality it’s usually the friends doing the late-night therapy, the gentle pep-talks, the tear-mopping, the emotional CPR - and the biological siblings just… hover in the background. Not villains, not heroes - just people who happen to share your last name. 🤷‍♀️📄

So yes - the Disney fantasy of “built-in best friends” could be true. But the actual sibling relationship? …Often… nothing like that. 🍿

Sometimes the bond never grows.

Sometimes it dies before sprouting a single leaf.

Sometimes your sibling isn’t your soulmate or your safety net -  they’re just a familiar stranger who stole your snacks in 1998. 🍫👀

This isn’t hatred. This isn’t resentment. It’s pure, ethically sourced, organic nothingness. 🌫️

A neutral void. A beige emotional landscape. A spiritual oatmeal - quiet, flavorless, present. 🥣

It doesn’t make you cold. It doesn’t make you broken. It just means the roots never took. 🌱

You’re allowed to tell the truth:

• “We’re family by biology, not by connection.”

• “I don’t feel close to my sibling, and that’s fine.”

• “I don’t dislike them - I just don’t feel much.”

• “The window for bonding closed a long time ago.”

  
  

These aren’t sins. These are facts. Life doesn’t promise every bond becomes a cathedral - some remain empty parking lots. 🏚️🅿️

And let’s be real about it:

You can still wish them well. 

You can still hope their life is good. 

You can still be compassionate without wanting Sunday brunch or emotional oversharing. ☕💬

Distance can be peaceful.

Distance can be honest.

Distance can be the kindest, most realistic version of the relationship. 🌙

So if your sibling feels like a stranger, you’re not heartless - you’re just self-aware. 🧠✨

Sometimes siblings grow into separate planets, separate worlds, separate galaxies. 🌍➡️🌑➡️🪐

And that’s not a moral failure. It’s just the geometry of life being very… life-ish.

You’re allowed to protect your emotional oxygen. 

You’re allowed to honor the truth instead of the fairytale. 

You’re allowed to accept the connection as it is - even if it’s nothing more than shared DNA. 💛🧬

And you’re absolutely allowed to stand in that truth with zero shame and zero explanations. 💛

P.S: And yes - I kept using the word “allowed.”

Because you ARE.

Because healing sometimes starts with the most basic sentence said over and over until it no longer feels illegal.