I’m hurting more than I know how to explain. And honestly… I’m tired. Tired of being strong. Tired of pretending I’m okay. Tired of smiling when I feel like I’m falling apart inside. Tired of carrying everything quietly because I don’t want to become someone else’s burden. People see me laughing, working, showing up, and living my life… but they don’t see how exhausted I am when I’m alone with my thoughts. I’ve spent so much time being there for everyone else that I forgot what it feels like to have someone simply be there for me. I don’t need someone to fix me. I just want someone to notice. Someone to hug me when I’m struggling. Someone to sit beside me in silence when I don’t have the words. Someone to remind me that I don’t have to be strong every second of every day. Because sometimes the person who looks the strongest is the one desperately wishing someone would say, “You can put it down. I’ve got you.” I’m still trying. I’m still here. But God… I’m tired of pretending that it do...