Empty Cup

“Sure, I’ll do that for you. Yeah course, I don’t mind sitting up til 2am counselling you. Don’t you worry, I’ll put that kettle on and be your sounding board”

I DO NOT mind doing the above. In fact, it takes me away from my own problems and I will freely give you my time, wisdom and funny one liners. I don’t mind.

However, today I was reminded that I move oceans for people who wouldn’t jump puddles for me.

I’m in a storm at the moment (that’s putting it politely) and I really could’ve done with feeling less alone, less isolated, less unloved. I have family and friends, and I’m grateful for the ones who’ve reached out to me these last few weeks I really am.

I’m writing in my diary about how I feel and I’m angry. People are not showing me the same courtesy, love and support I’ve offered them over the years and, quite frankly, I feel a bit used. I’m not one to give in order to receive but don’t take the piss out of me.

I am not opening up to people because their offer of support is withdrawn; either by specific say so, assumption or ignorance.

Sorry folks but, for the time being, the errands won’t be run, the counselling service is closed and the kettle is off….because I can’t pour from an empty cup 😢

Published by thewarriorwithin

I'm 30, a law graduate, a proud Mum. I am fighting ongoing mental health. I am a published poet, and an honest warrior. All opinions are my own and anyone going through similar should seek the advice of a healthcare professional.

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