I thought wanting more would feel like clarity…

I thought healing would feel like finally becoming stable…

I didn’t expect it to feel this confusing to change…

I didn’t notice how much I was still trying to be the one they were used to…

I used to think I was only exhausted on the bad days…

For the longest time, I thought I was just someone who couldn’t relax…

It’s exhausting how we can still feel so tired when nothing is ‘really’ wrong…

You didn’t just become someone who helps…

You didn’t just start feeling like “not enough,” you learned it…

You don’t notice you’re disappearing until you try to find yourself again…

You learned how to be someone people needed, not someone you recognized…

My therapist once said something that stayed with me…

There’s a you that used to have dreams…

If rest has always felt like something you have to earn, this is for you…

There’s a difference between being tired and slowly disappearing…

I thought starting over meant I was failing…

I spent years trying to make the people who weren’t kind to me act differently…

Some days, it feels like I’m finally making progress…

I’ve spent years carrying this pain and replaying every conversation…

I used to stay up late at night just replaying every word and every interaction…

I keep thinking that healing means being being “over it”…

It’s strange how quickly we minimize our own pain…

I’m always on edge and always holding everything together...

Not all grief is about someone dying…

There’s a pain when people leave that…

For a long time, you pretended to be happy…

“You don’t look exhausted…”

It’s strange how exhaustion can exist even when nothing is wrong…

Rest doesn’t make you lazy…

Healing can feel really confusing at times…

I’ve spent so much of my life saying yes, even when I was exhausted…

For the ones who want closeness, but hide when it arrives…

For the ones who give and give and still feel empty…

For the ones who show up for everyone else…

For the ones who keep showing up even when no one notices…

For the ones who’ve stayed too long…

For the ones who notice people pulling away just as you start to feel stronger…

For the ones who feel like anxiety doesn’t have a reason…

For the ones who were taught that rest meant weakness…

For a long time, you learned to make yourself smaller…

For a long time, you learned to pour into everyone else…

For a long time, you learned to pour into everyone else…

For a long time, you told yourself you shouldn’t be this tired…

For a long time, you learned to say yes…

For a long time, you thought your people-pleasing was just kindness…

For a long time, you learned to pour into everyone else…

Overthinking was never proof that you were “too much” or dramatic…

For a long time, you believed the way they treated you meant something was wrong with you…