Sigh.....

Texting is stressful, sigh...........

There's this guy, let's call him Sam. We were never close. Barely spoke. But one night, I did what I apparently do — trauma-dumped on someone I barely know. That night it was about my faith, i'm not telling you guys,that's for another article. Why him? I genuinely don't know. Maybe it's easier to be that honest with someone who has no image of you yet.

He showed up. Sat with me, shared his own story and experience, gave advice. Some of it didn't sit right with me, but I appreciated the effort and love.

But talking to him is exhausting. Not in an obvious way — he hasn't done anything wrong. He's my brethren. It should feel easy. And yet every time his name pops up on my screen, something in me just... deflates.

So I ignore him.

The honest reason? Every time we actually talk, he circles back to the same question — some program he wants me to attend. Not really asking about me. Just the program. It makes the whole thing feel transactional in a way I can't shake.

And yet I'm the one who feels guilty.

Figure that out.