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Do you ever have those days where you’re smiling on the outside but quietly falling apart inside?

Like you’re holding all the pieces of life together with your bare hands… hoping no one notices how close you are to dropping everything?

That was me last week.

I woke up already heavy — tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix.

Still showed up. Still did what needed to be done.

Because that’s what we do, right?

We keep going.

People say, “You’re strong,” like it’s a compliment.

But sometimes strength isn’t a choice — it’s survival.

Strength can be:

• Making breakfast when you want to stay in bed
• Answering messages when you want to disappear
• Showing up for everyone while silently wishing someone would show up for you

I don’t want to always be the strong one.

I want to be able to fall apart and know the world won’t crumble with me.

I want someone to say, “Let me carry you for a while.”

I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

If you’re reading this and thinking:

“Yep… that’s me”

— I see you.

I get it.

And you’re not weak for feeling burned out by being strong.

Tell me — what’s the hardest part of holding it together?

Drop me a comment below or message me privately if that feels safer.

We don’t have to do life alone.

Not here.

❤️