Can't Help Anyone Without Healing Myself First

Sorry I can't free you right now from this mental cage you are imprisoned in. I'm also trapped, trying to free myself from it. Weighted down, hard to breathe mowed down. Friction burning bridges pushing others away Walking on eggshells while trying not to crack, is nearly impossible like making depression laugh. Can't force gravity, it never will let you escape. Revolved around you I always am, true. I need to help myself, before I can help you heal My brain is not normal, my lack of serotonin is unreal. Once I am stable, maybe I'll be able to help you too. Mental illness is not a joke, living with depression and anxiety is a daily battle for many not to take lightly. Standing on the edge, it only takes one poke.