Sorry, I’m In The Middle Of My Own Storm.
I Can’t Be Your Umbrella Right Now.
It’s Not That I Don’t Care, It’s Not That I Don’t Want To Help.
But My Hands Are Already Full—Holding Myself Together, Managing My Own Battles, Trying To Heal Wounds No One Else Sees. Living With A Betrayal Feels Like Living With A Murderer.
I’m Tired!
I’m Hurting!
I’m Barely Standing!
Right Now, I Just Need Time— To Breathe, To Rest, To Find My Footing Again.
Maybe One Day, When The Rain Slows Down & The Clouds Pass, I’ll Have The Strength To Shelter Someone Else. Or Perhaps, Maybe Never!
But Today?
Today I Just Need To Survive.
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One must take care of oneself first to have the strength to help anyone else. A wonderful write.
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That is a wonderful write, if we don't look after ourselves we can't look after others, and it is so important to sometimes just focus on yourself, nicely written and expressed, enjoyed the read
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