It’s exhausting being the “strong one” all the time, not because I actually am strong, but because I don’t know how to be anything else. It feels like everyone is counting on me to hold it together, to carry the weight, to keep going… even when it’s taking everything I have just to survive hour by hour, day by day.
This year has been one of the hardest I’ve ever lived through. The kind of pain I’ve felt isn’t something I’d ever wish on anyone. And the exhaustion that comes with it? Sleep doesn’t touch it. It’s a deep, soul-level tired that just keeps piling up.
Sometimes I feel like no one really sees how bad I’m hurting. And when they ask, I don’t even say anything anymore, because it gets mentioned in the moment and then never brought up again, like what’s happening in my head doesn’t matter. I know no one can truly know what goes on inside me… but if they would just listen, if they would really look at me, they’d see it clearly.
I’m not okay.
And right now, I feel defeated. 😭😞😔
