It’s not that you’re fine. It’s that you’ve learned how to survive like this.
You wake up. You answer messages. You get through the day.
You laugh when you’re supposed to. You say “I’m good” automatically.
And no one notices how tired you actually are.
Not sleepy tired. Not “long day” tired.
The kind of tired that lives in your chest. That sits behind your eyes. That doesn’t go away after rest.
You’re not dramatic. You’re not weak.
You’re just exhausted in a way that’s hard to explain.
How long have you been pretending?













