ANOTHER text? This is the fourth crisis that day. I want to throw my phone through the wall, or at minimum shut it off completely. But I can't. This person needs me. I am a lifeline. What will happen to them if I don't answer? It doesn't matter that I haven't eaten in hours, that I just got home from work, and that my head is pounding -- they need me. I take a deep breath. It feels like a truck is on my chest.
"Yes I am free. I am here. What do you need?" Silently, I cry. What about what I need?