Over time, I lose my fuel while dodging other people’s load. If I don’t rebuild my own energy and stop giving it away for a moment, I reach a boiling point. This point is never pretty and it is more often than not interpreted as intolerance, lack of empathy and love. I get it, I can understand that. From another person’s perspective, I get the pain and confusion I may cause for needing to retreat. I wish people could understand this happens when my truck reached its full limit and I have no personal resources left to repair it unless I go within and reconnect with myself. That implies being idle – and free from other people’s life narratives so I can focus on my own.