Tears in Fabric

I can't handle other people's problems.

There. I've said it.

It's good to acknowledge I lack strength to own what was never meant to belong to me in the first place. It's lame to try and take responsibility for something I have no power to change. No power. Get that into my head.

T's life. M's choices. A's addiction. D's weaknesses. C's distrust. T's choice. K's journey. B's illness. K's pain. T's instability. M's loss. Not mine. I loosen my grasp and send the burden heavenward, to broader shoulders.

I've acknowledged it. I get it. I've said it. I let go. It's good.

So why am I crying?