When Saying “Yes” Feels Like Love But Leaves You Empty After my mother passed away, I slipped into a pattern I didn’t even recognize as unhealthy at first. I felt this unspoken responsibility to always be there for my siblings. If they called, I went. If they asked, I said yes—even when my heart knew it wasn’t wise, sustainable, or healthy. On the surface, it looked like love. But deep down, I was exhausted, resentful, and slowly losing my joy. It wasn’t until I began spending intentional time with God—journaling, praying, and meditating on His Word—that I realized something freeing: much of the pressure I felt wasn’t even real. My siblings didn’t expect me to…