Sometimes I wonder if this is empathy or just some built-in self-sabotage. 🤯 I pour energy into caring so much that I forget to check in with myself. I’ve canceled plans, ignored texts, even postponed my own passions just because I sensed someone else needed attention first. And yet, when it comes back to me, I feel guilty for feeling anything other than their emotional wavelength.

The weirdest part is that I can’t stop analyzing it. Is this how people are supposed to live—entwined with everyone else’s moods—or have I just made a habit of losing myself in others? 💔 There’s comfort in being needed, but there’s also a sharp sting when I realize my own joy is almost an afterthought.

I think about it a lot at night. Could it be that caring too much makes you lonely in a way no one notices? Or is it just the price of feeling deeply in a wor

Maybe the real question is…