Why does the world always feel heavier on my shoulders?


Why does the world always feel heavier on my shoulders?

I spent most of my life whispering, “It’s okay,” even when my heart was breaking quietly behind those words. I thought being a good person meant learning how to understand everyone, forgive everyone, and make space for everyone else’s pain, even when no one made space for mine.

So I became the woman who adjusted. The woman who stayed silent. The woman who kept giving pieces of herself away just to keep others comfortable.

But somewhere along the way, I grew tired.
Tired of pretending I was strong when I was already falling apart inside. Tired of carrying emotions no one ever noticed. Tired of being understanding to people who never even tried to understand me.

And now, in the middle of all this exhaustion, I keep asking myself:

When will someone choose me gently? When will someone notice the sadness I hide so well? When will it finally be my turn to be understood?

Because even the strongest women grow weary of surviving everything alone.

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