“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I hate that question.
Because the answer isn’t simple.
Because I hate asking for help.
Because the last time I answered it, I didn’t think I was asking for much, but that individual thought it was too much. So, I struggle to be honest now.
I tell people to pray for me.
But the voice I keep locked up inside my head is screaming,
Don’t stop inviting me places, even if I keep telling you “I’m busy.”
Don’t stop texting me, even if I don’t respond.
Don’t stop telling me all the good things happening in your life.
Don’t stop hugging me.
Don’t stop asking if I’m ok.
Don’t give up on me.
Fight for me…
…when the demons take over.
…when the lies tell me that nobody cares.
…when I can’t fight for myself.
Let me know I’m worth fighting for.
You are loved. 🙂
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