I’m tired of being the “strong one.”
Tired of functioning so well that no one realizes I’m fighting something every single day.
Tired of explaining the internal chaos and still feeling misunderstood.
Yes, I have support.
Yes, people love me.
But there’s a difference between being loved… and being deeply seen.
I don’t want attention.
I want understanding.
I want someone to notice the weight without me having to collapse first.
Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I’m okay.
Just because I handle it doesn’t mean it’s light.
I’m not weak for wanting to be seen.
I’m human.













































































