The Strong One, Gets Tired Too.

I’ve been holding in how exhausting it is to always be “the strong one.” The one people rely on, the one who listens, understands, stays calm… even when I’m barely holding it together myself. Sometimes I wish someone would notice without me having to say it. That I’m tired too. That I need reassurance too. That I don’t always have the answers. But instead, I just keep showing up like I’m okay… because it feels easier than explaining the mess inside. Still learning that it’s okay to not have it all together — and that being honest about that doesn’t make me weak, just human. 💭