I lean on my husband for a lot because he has always been the calm one when I’m overwhelmed, burnt out, or falling apart.

He’s the person who reminds me we’re going to be okay and somehow always seems strong enough to carry both of us when I can’t carry myself.

Lately, though, I can see that my rock isn’t feeling quite so solid, and that scares me more than I can explain.

When he struggles, my instinct is to put my own problems aside and be his rock for a change.

The trouble is that right now I feel less like a rock and more like a pile of pebbles.