You, Me.

I am a happy person with a positive outlook on life.

Right now, though? I don't feel like...

Solving your problems.

Listening while you talk about yourself.

Giving you advice.

Dropping everything for you.

Texting you back when I know it will be all about you.

Giving up things I want to do for you.

Putting you ahead of my health.

This does not mean that I don't love you, adore you, value you, care about you, and hope the next few days are perfect for you. But I am physically worn down like cracked pavement, and I am fragile. December has put me through hell, and I need you to understand that for right now, it's about me. It's about me being there for me. It's about me healing so I can go back to being the me that helps you. It's about me doing what I need to do for me. 

Your life therapist is temporarily on hiatus.