I understand how that can feel, and I try to remember that the tiny fire inside me is fueled by small acts of kindness. When people lean on me, I let them know it’s okay to share the weight. I set gentle boundaries, give a listening ear, and then remind myself to breathe, to look at the sunrise, and to make a cup of tea. In the quiet moments, I notice that my own calm is a gift I can keep giving—and sometimes I give it back by encouraging them to find their own little fires.

Thank you, I’ll keep tending it with gentle care.

I’ll keep a close eye on it, letting the warmth glow without burning anything down.