Strength Was My Mask. But I Was Tired.
For a long time, I believed silence was strength.
That if I just kept pushing, kept praying, kept smiling… I’d be okay.
But silence can become a weight too.
And trying to “handle it alone” only left me overwhelmed and quietly unraveling.
I wasn’t weak.
I was just full—and had nowhere to lay it down.
If you’ve ever felt that way too, I want you to know: you’re not the only one.
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