You let me breathe, Even when I can’t see myself. For the nights I felt too full, Too heavy, A burden in my own mind. Knowing what was better for me, Was telling me to stop. To take it in, And come back when I was ready. I couldn’t see that from the start, Thought it was another careless thing to say. But I took your advice to heart, Ended a call, Made it short but sweet. Slept on it, Woke up, Feeling like me again. You were right, And maybe I was too blind, Too in my head, Stubborn to think I needed to take a pause. Thank you for trying to do what’s best, For telling me this wasn’t right. That me feeling this way, Could, And should, Be worked out in other ways.