Broken Strings

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 with my own battles, my own wounds, my own exhaustion.

I just need time-to breathe, to heal, to stand again. Maybe one day, when the rain stops pouring so hard, I'll be able to hold up an umbrella for someone else.

But today, I just need to survive.

I am stuck between "I should understand him "

and what about "my feelings" 😔