I don’t want a cheerleader. I don’t want someone just clapping from the sidelines, even if they’re cheering me on with the purest heart. I want a partner—someone on the field with me, sweat on their brow, sleeves rolled up, hands dirty from building something together. Because here’s the truth: Support, while beautiful and often well-meaning, can slowly turn into something isolating. When you’re the one always leading, always pushing, always solving—you begin to carry everything. Every choice, every risk, every consequence. And while ...