The Weight of Being Everything: A Letter to the Woman Who Feels Alone
There’s an exhaustion that runs deeper than sleepless nights or long days. It’s the kind of tired that settles into your bones—the kind that makes you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and no one even notices. As women, we wear so many hats—wife, mother, daughter, friend, career woman, caregiver. We pour ourselves into every role, stretching thin to make sure everyone is taken care of, that every need is met. We listen, we nurture, we give. And when the world gets heavy, we become the safe place for others to lean on. But who takes care of us? Who sees us when we’re drowning in our own exhaustion, barely holding it together? Who wraps us in comfort when we feel like breaking? Who tells us, "You don’t have to be strong all the time. You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to be held." There are days when I feel so alone in this. When the silence of my own struggles is deafening. When I long for someone to see past my smile and ask, "How...