A Thought for Myself

I've been going quite a weird experience this week. I never consider myself a "feeling" type of girl, thus having people come to me and share their inner struggle was alien for me. And this week, I've encountered 2 stories at least -- stories I've never really experienced myself and I have no clue of what to say. I can't sugarcoat things, nor can I be sure of my solutions. I don't even trust myself that I could be one sort of help to these people, or lessen their difficulties at the least. But, funny is they keep coming back to me. Still can't figure out why or what to do. Lord, help me.

Power Bank

I am living behind the scene, as the person available to those who need it.
Being an invisible support system is apparently not glamorous, exhausting, yet useful.
Just like a power bank.