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Backpack

The only way I can come to terms with who I am as a person, is to think of myself as backpack.

You know that super cool backpack that Dora had? It had every tool that she could possibly need for any event that may occur.

Did you ever notice that all she could was say thank you, but had nothing else to offer to the backpack in return? Thats the position I am in.

I have every piece of advice I could offer, I am ears when someone needs to speak, I am a shoulder when someone needs to rest, I am everything and more, but gain nothing in return.

Or at least it feels that way.

With the deep fear of losing the people I love, I am willing to offer up my soul to keep them happy, while draining myself in the meantime.

While there are time when this is not the case, I can't help my mind from feeling completely alone in this big world. I believe this is the definition of overthinking, however I do not want to belittle my feelings, in an attempt to make it easier to digest for others.

So until then, I will continue to try and keep my pain to a minimum and exert as much love and positivity that I possibly can. If I am not the therapist, mom and helping hand all in one, then who will take my place? Who will have all the answers? Who will comfort them?

I will solve my own problems, and place my trust in myself that I will get through what is thrown at me no matter what it is, and no matter how long it takes.

With love,

The Backpack <3