I tend to lose myself in others.
My empathy devours me. Swallows me whole, digesting me with every person’s unkind thought and every stranger’s cold dismissal. Whenever I manage to claw myself out of its belly, I find a bit of me is missing.
This has got to stop. I am not Jonah. My heart is not a whale. As silly as it sounds, this is my current battle… and I am exhausted from it.