Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
My own cup is empty. This is why I am currently unable to pour into others. If anyone cares about me, this is the time to pour into me. Even the strongest soldiers sometimes get vulnerable and need rest.