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 are you really doing?"—and mean it. Not out of politeness, not in passing, but with genuine care.

If you’re reading this and feeling the same way, I want you to know that I see you. I feel you. And you are not alone.

I don’t have all the answers, but I do know this: You are not just what you can give to others. You are not just the caretaker, the problem solver, the strong one. You are a person with needs, dreams, and emotions that matter. And it is not selfish to want to be taken care of, too.

So, this is my reminder to you—and to myself: Take a moment for you. Let go of the guilt. You deserve rest. You deserve support. You deserve to be held in the same way you hold everyone else.

You are worthy of care, too. Never forget that.

#notetoself