From a psychological lens, this isn’t accidental. Jung noted how group settings can trigger emotional contagion and lock people into confirmation bias. When everyone echoes the same mantras, it creates an echo chamber that feels safe until the friction sets in. You start noticing how quickly “we’re all one” morphs into subtle policing: “you’re not doing it right.” The tension between individual shadow work and group expectations is real, and it drains fast.

Tarot captures this dynamic perfectly. The Tower isn’t just about disaster; it’s that sudden, jarring moment when the community’s polished facade cracks, forcing a reckoning. Meanwhile, The Hermit reminds us that genuine insight usually requires stepping back from the crowd. I’ve found myself needing solitude to process what the group couldn’t handle. And The Fool? That’s the blind leap into a community without reading the fine print—only to realize later that “open-mindedness” sometimes just means swallowing whatever the group feeds you.

I’m still figuring this out. It’s messy, and I’m a bit nervous posting this, but if you’ve felt that burnout or navigated the friction between community and solitude, I’d love to hear your take.