Waking Up To Find Myself Crying

A contemplation of times that recognise isolation and sorrow.

Photo by Victorien Ameline on Unsplash

There’s a form of anxiety one deals with when they need help from someone, but can’t. This unnerving, shaking feeling when somebody allows to give us a hand and we can’t but deny the offer. Why do I always do this? is something I have been asking myself lately.