Feeling torn. Fighting a battle in my head.
Decisions need to be made. Pros and Cons weighed up against each other.
And then, no matter what the final decision is, the battle in my head still continues. Especially when I have decided to prioritise myself. Even though, ultimately, one cannot pour from an empty cup.
It seems as if I believe that at some point I will pay for choosing myself in certain moments and lose people dear to my heart. After all, one cannot have it all.
Or is this just a myth that is waiting to be busted?