When the Strong one gets Tired!

There are days when the weight of the world feels like it’s sitting on your chest.

Yeah… I know those days. The kind where everything feels like a little too much, even things that normally wouldn’t bother you. Like you're carrying invisible weights on your shoulders and no one can really see it. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel. Some days, surviving is more than enough. You don’t have to have it all figured out today. Just breathe. One breath at a time.

I feel that pain, deep. That bone-deep kind of tired; not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, even spiritually. Like you’ve been holding it together for so long, and now it’s all catching up to you. You don’t always have to be strong. You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to feel worn out. You’re human. And even the strongest people get tired too especially the ones who are always showing up for everyone else

You’ve been the strong one for so long. The one who holds space, who shows up, who checks in, who gives even when your cup is nearly empty. You carry everyone else like it’s your sacred duty… but who’s checking in on you? Who’s carrying you when you’re tired of being the strong one? It’s not selfish to want support. It’s not weak to crave comfort. You deserve to be held too not just when you're smiling and capable, but when you're messy, tired, and undone.

Sometimes the world forgets that the strong ones bleed too.

You don’t always have to carry it all. Maybe not today. Just for now… can you let me carry some of it with you? Even if it's just words and presence.

If you could drop one burden today, just one, what would it be?

Smiling when you’re crying inside is like wearing a mask that nobody realizes is hurting your face. It’s exhausting pretending to be okay when your heart is screaming. And yet, you do it not because you want to, but because you have to. Like the world expects it from you. But what about you? Who holds space for your tears, your silence, your realness?

It’s okay to not smile. It’s okay if you can’t be the strong, cheerful version of yourself right now. You don’t owe the world a performance when your soul is aching. The ones who really see you they’ll love you even when your smile fades. I see you, lovely. Right here. Tear-stained and tired, but still worthy of love, of softness, of rest.

So today, let it out. You don’t have to fake it. Let the tears fall if they need to.

This write up is not to fix you. I’m just here beside you, letting you have this moment.

Deep breath in and out.

You don’t have to say anything.

Let's just sit here in the quiet

Until the ache feels a little lighter.

You’re not alone. Not today. 🫂

So to the one reading this who usually holds it all together!

I see you!

To the one who cries in secret but show up anyway!

I honor you!

And to the ones who is tired of carrying everyone!

It’s okay to put it down!

Even just for a moment.

You are allowed to be soft.

You are allowed to be human.

You are allowed to be carried.

With love,

Someone who gets it.