Welcome to my fort🐈‍⬛

The saddest thing about you isn’t how much you care. It’s how convinced you are that you have to earn being cared for. Somewhere along the way you decided you had to be useful to be loved. Helpful to be wanted. Easy to be kept. Strong to deserve a place in someone's life. So you keep giving. Keep understanding. Keep showing up for people who barely notice how much of yourself you're handing over. And when you're hurting? You hide it. You tell yourself you'll deal with it alone. You tell yourself nobody wants to hear it. You tell yourself you'll be fine. Look at me. I don't want the version of you that has everything under control. I don't care about the version that's performing strength for everyone else. I want the exhausted version. The tired version. The one that finally admits she's carrying more than she was ever supposed to carry alone. The one that quietly wishes someone would notice before she has to ask. And when that version shows up, I'm not going to treat you like a burden. I'm not going to make you feel guilty for needing comfort. I'm not going to disappear because you're having a bad day. I'm going to sit beside you and start taking the weight off piece by piece. The worries that matter stay. The ones that don't get thrown out. Simple. You spend so much time acting like you have to earn care from people who barely give it. But being cared for was never supposed to be a reward. It was something you deserved long before you started accepting crumbs from the wrong people.