Last, but not least
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You can’t pour from an empty cup. How many times have you heard this? I hear this all the time. Guess what? I only pour from an empty cup. I am the last on the list. I don’t show up for myself. I keep pouring and pouring with no reciprocation from anyone.
And the crazy part? I make it look natural, like it’s just who I am. Like it doesn’t drain me. Like it doesn’t hurt when I realize no one is reaching back to refill what I’ve given away. I’ve mastered the art of showing up for everyone else while slowly disappearing from my own life. Saying “yes” when I mean “I’m tired.” Smiling when I feel overlooked. Giving when I need to receive.
I’ve convinced myself that this is strength. That being the one people can count on is enough. That maybe, if I pour a little more, love a little harder, stretch myself a little thinner, someone will notice. Someone will choose me the way I choose them. But that moment rarely comes. And when it doesn’t, I’m left standing there with an empty cup, wondering how I ended up feeling so invisible while being so available.
The truth is, I was never taught how to put myself first. I was taught to be dependable. Selfless. Considerate. To think about everyone else’s needs before my own. And somewhere along the way, I stopped asking myself what I needed altogether. I stopped checking in. I stopped showing up. Not because I don’t matter—but because I forgot that I do.
So here I am… last, but not least. Trying to unlearn the idea that my worth is tied to how much I give. Trying to understand that pouring into myself isn’t selfish—it’s necessary. Because at some point, the cup doesn’t just get empty… it cracks. And no matter how much you try to pour, nothing stays.
Maybe this is where it starts. Not with having it all figured out, but with acknowledging that I’ve been running on empty for far too long. Maybe putting myself first isn’t about becoming someone else—it’s about finally choosing me.
-KJKT


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