I Don't Think We Talk Enough About The Weight We Silently Hold

You know, I don’t think we talk enough about the weight we silently hold… the parts of the year we didn’t post about… the days we pushed through even when our heart felt too tired to even try.

There were moments you sat in silence because you genuinely didn’t know what to say anymore.

There were days when you told everyone, “I’m okay,” even though something in you whispered, “I’m trying… I’m still trying.”

And yet… you carried them.

You carried the disappointments you didn’t see coming.

You carried the plans that didn’t unfold the way you prayed they would.

You carried the responsibilities that kept piling up even when you barely had enough strength left.

You carried the heartbreaks that grew you in ways you never asked for.

You carried the people who leaned on you even when you needed someone to lean on too.

And sometimes the most underrated thing about survival is that it isn’t obvious.

It looks like waking up even when your chest is heavy.

It looks like doing the next right thing even when you don’t know what tomorrow will look like.

It looks like showing up for your family, your work, your life, even when some days you wanted to hide.

You carried things you didn’t think you could carry.

And maybe you still don’t realize how strong that makes you.

So if the year felt heavier than you expected, let me tell you this:

There is no shame in admitting it.

There is no weakness in acknowledging the weight.

And there is no failure in the way you held on.

Some parts of this year were reallyhard to carry…

but still you carried them. 🥹🌱