Standing Alone. in Vastly Intricate.

I’ve spent my entire life helping people. It’s simply my nature. When someone is going through something, I’m there. I’ve always had to be the strong one.. even when I wasn’t. I had to push my struggles aside to be strong and help the other person. Nothing wrong with that.. I enjoy helping others through tough times.

But sometimes.. I just want to be heard. I want my own feelings and my own thoughts and my own struggles to be recognized. I don’t want to analyze anything. I don’t want to read into anything if find out the why or the how or what to do about it.

Sometimes.. I just want someone to be there for me. I want my thoughts/feelings to be acknowledged. I want to have someone who will say.. I’m sorry you’re going through this. Because even though I am a helper and a problem solver.. sometimes, I just need someone to let me know that they see me. 99.9% of the time.. it’s never about me. Ever. I just need that .01% so I know that I matter too.