21/07/2025
I’ve spent so much of my life saving others that I forgot to save myself.
I was always the one they leaned on—the listener, the helper, the one who cared. I gave too much, showed up too often, I kept rushing to help, always choosing others.
But when it was me who was drowning, no one was there to rescue me.
I was the lifeline for so many… but when it was my turn, there was only silence.
That’s when it hit me:
You can’t pour from an empty cup.
And you can’t keep abandoning yourself in every storm just to keep others dry.
It hurts to admit, but I made myself so available to others that I became unavailable to myself.
And now I’m left quietly picking up my own pieces—no applause, no comfort.
But maybe that’s okay.
Maybe this is the season where I learn to hold my own hand.
To protect my peace.
To be the one who shows up—for me.
Because I can no longer leave myself behind in the middle of the storm.
This time, I’ll stay.
This time, I’ll choose me too.
From now on, I’ll still care… deeply.
But I’ll include myself in the list of people I choose to protect.
Because I deserve that, too.
