In the Middle of My Own Storm

Sorry, I'm In The Middle Of My Own Storm. I Can't Be Your Umbrella Right Now. It's Not That I Don't Care. It's Not That I Don't Want To Help. But My Hands Are Already Full With My Own Battles, My Own Wounds, My Own Exhaustion. I Just Need Time To Breathe, To Heal, To Stand Again. Maybe One Day, When The Rain Stops Pouring So Hard, I'll Be Able To Hold Up An Umbrella For Someone Else. But Today, I Just Need To Survive.