Itβs exhausting being the βstrong oneβ all the time, not because I actually am strong, but because I donβt know how to be anything else. It feels like everyone is counting on me to hold it together, to carry the weight, to keep goingβ¦ even when itβs taking everything I have just to survive hour by hour, day by day.
This year has been one of the hardest Iβve ever lived through. The kind of pain Iβve felt isnβt something Iβd ever wish on anyone. And the exhaustion that comes with it? Sleep doesnβt touch it. Itβs a deep, soul-level tired that just keeps piling up.
Sometimes I feel like no one really sees how bad Iβm hurting. And when they ask, I donβt even say anything anymore, because it gets mentioned in the moment and then never brought up again, like whatβs happening in my head doesnβt matter. I know no one can truly know what goes on inside meβ¦ but if they would just listen, if they would really look at me, theyβd see it clearly.
Iβm not okay.
And right now, I feel defeated. πππ
