One fabulous Thinker

  I said yes when my soul screamed no, Wore a smile while my spirit broke. They called me selfless, kind, and giving— But I was slowly stop living. My phone would buzz, my chest would tighten, Another need for me to brighten. "Of course," I'd text, "I'm here to help," While quietly betraying myself. I became the fixer, the eternal giver, The one who made problems just... disappear. But in saving everyone else from drowning, I forgot I was the one going down. Late at night I'd replay each word, Every conversation overheard. "Did I hurt them? Was I too harsh? Should I have tried to heal their scars?" I carried burdens that weren't mine, Crossed every boundary, every line. Love became control in disguise— I couldn't see through my own lies. "This is what good Christians do," The whisper said, "Give until you're through." But Jesus never called me to bleed To prove I'm worthy of His love i...