On the Return of the Medie

I decide to start writing again.
I find it hard to cope with all these pent up emotions that I am almost exploding.

I see people who are depressed for the past 2 years. Sometimes situational. Acutely stressed out.

Sometimes I feel like giving them a slap and wanting them to wake up; sometimes I listened attentively to them, and try to offer my shoulder for them to cry on.

But when it happens to yourself or your loved ones... ... things took a different toll altogether.

And that means, I am stunned myself.

Frozen.

Mute and dumb.

Do I say something?
Do I walk away?
Do I burden myself more with my loved ones' problems while I'm struggling with my own?