My insides are like in a bickering argument. 
“I’m lonely”
“I don’t care.” 
“I want to do something with my life.” 
“I’m tired of trying.” 
“Helping people is good–it’s service–it’s blessed to give.” 
“I’ve given, it’s hard to receive, and I just don’t care.”
How cold.
I know, but that’s the honest truth.
Are you selfish?
Maybe.  Shouldn’t I take care of myself.
But this doesn’t feel right.
I’m in the middle of a change.
From what to what.
Dunno.
My heart is tired of reaching out.  And others don’t seem to reach to me, because I haven’t been vulnerable to them about my aches.
You can try now.
Don’t want to reach out now–my heart is tired.
So you want to mope and pout.
Sure, why not?  It’s honest feelings.
Well, yes, ok.  How long will this last.
Dunno.
And your faith?
Still strong.  She hasn’t left, still near me, still holding me.
That’s good. 

Another voice enters the conversation:
Lean into Me and I will ease your tired heart.