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What It Feels Like to Be Their Battery


Some people don’t take from you all at once. They wait. They tap in quietly.


The First Drain

It starts small. A conversation where you do all the listening. A text message that turns into a monologue. A glance that needs decoding. They never ask for much, not in words. But they expect everything in presence.

They tell you they feel better after talking to you, and you smile, because that’s what you’re good at: making others feel lighter. Even when it means you walk away carrying double.

You don’t call it draining, not yet. You call it being there.


The Discreet Withdrawal

They don’t take in dramatic bursts. They take in murmurs. Small sighs. Loaded pauses. The way they look at you when they say they’re fine, waiting for you to offer more. They let you fill the silence. They let you guess.

They talk about their day, their hurt, their fear. You hold it all like a quiet vault, forgetting you’re full too. Forgetting you’re not a container. That you were never built to absorb someone else’s storm every time the sky shifts.

You wonder when exactly your silence became their safety net. You notice they rarely ask if you’re okay, and if they do, it’s a formality. A question that expects no real answer.


Being the Safe Place

They tell you you’re safe. You’re grounding. You’re different from the others. And you believe it, because being needed feels close enough to being loved.

So you cancel your own plans when they need to talk. You ignore your own exhaustion to stay on the call. You listen again and again. You make space. You shrink yours.

And little by little, your battery depletes. But there's no low battery warning. No red light. Just a quiet flicker inside you, barely noticed, as you say, "Of course. I'm here."

You start feeling hollow after each conversation. You brush it off as empathy. You don’t realize that you’ve mistaken depletion for kindness.


When Absence Feels Like Guilt

The day you don’t answer, they ask if something’s wrong. If they upset you. If you’re okay. You say you just needed a break. They pause. They sigh. They say, "I just thought we could talk. Like we always do."

And now you’re not just tired. You’re guilty.

You start measuring your availability in emotional currency. You give out of debt. You show up not because you want to, but because you’re afraid of what happens if you don’t.

They say they miss you, but not in a way that sees you. More like missing a service, a signal, a resource. Less like missing a person.

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The Moment You Notice

It doesn’t hit like a crash. It comes in a whisper. A moment when you see them call and your stomach sinks. A conversation you walk away from feeling heavy, not held.

You wonder if they even asked how you were. You scroll back. They didn’t.

That’s when it starts to shift. Not because you suddenly stop caring, but because you finally start including yourself in the caring.

You realize love shouldn’t feel like upkeep. That some connections were built on the assumption you’d never close.


Recharging Without Permission

You take a day. Then two. You leave a message unanswered. You say "not tonight" without explanation. It feels selfish. It feels strange.

But slowly, your mind stops buzzing. Your shoulders lower. You sleep better. You remember the sound of your own thoughts.

They notice. They reach out. They say they miss you. They remind you of all the things you used to be for them. As if it’s your job to return to that version.

You don’t.

You realize you were never allowed to evolve in that dynamic, only to serve. You begin to feel the difference between connection and consumption.


The Quiet Separation

There’s no big argument. No slammed doors. Just less contact. More space. And a strange peace that settles when you realize you don’t owe your emotional labor to everyone who asks for it.

You start giving from a place that’s full, not out of fear. You learn to love people without losing yourself in the process. You learn to say no. You learn to say yes to yourself.

And when you do reach back out, it’s because you chose to. Not because you felt required to power someone else's survival.


What You Learn

Being a battery for someone else feels noble until it becomes normal. Until you forget that being depleted isn’t a personality trait.

You learn that love without balance becomes erosion. That being there for someone doesn't mean disappearing yourself. And that some people don't want your company, only your charge.

You stop calling it love when it doesn't love you back.

You begin to respect your energy like it’s sacred. You protect it not with walls, but with awareness.

And finally, you learn the difference between support and surrender.

You still care. But now, you care for both of you.

Because you matter too.

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