Why are my nerves shot when every fiber of my being tells me I’m doing the right thing?

Why are my nerves shot when everyone around me is telling me I’m doing the right thing?

Why are my nerves shot because I’m worried about people judging someone I love, when clearly that has never been a concern of theirs?

Why are my nerves shot when, if the roles were reversed, so much more would be said?

Why are my nerves shot when stories were fabricated about me, my trust was violated, and I was demonized for my previous choices? The same choices you made, only worse

My nerves are shot because I am not mean. I am not vindictive. Because even though this is how it has to be done now, it didn’t have to be this way.

My nerves are shot because I love hard.