I really liked your question. It touched me very deeply actually.
I do an awful lot of caring for others in my life. I'm reasonably good at it. A lot of people heavily rely on me. It seems to be the way things are for me.
But at night sometimes, the anxiety (the futility, the insanity, the finiteness, the emptiness, the longing, dreams never realised, chances untaken, mistakes made, regrets unrelenting) often conspire and grab me firmly with a choke hold, and then proceed to eat me alive. And I then lose my way, in the dark.
And, after a really bad night last night, I wake to find your question.
And it made me remember that I was a person once too.
