I’ve always been the ear people run to. The one who listens without judgment, nods without interrupting, offers comfort without conditions. And I don’t mind being that person until I realize I’m drowning in problems that aren’t mine.
Here’s the truth: I’ll listen. I’ll validate. I’ll let you pour out every drop of your frustration, heartbreak, or anger. But when I start to feel the weight tipping into my own peace, I’ll step back. Because empathy doesn’t mean self-destruction.
I won’t carry a burden you refuse to set down yourself. I won’t be a sponge for someone who mistakes me for a solution. And when I disappear quietly, don’t mistake it for cruelty, it’s survival.
Final Word: I can be a shoulder to cry on, not a permanent dumping ground.
Disclaimer: This is perspective, not therapy. Know the difference between support and self-sabotage.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	