You think you hate me. But you don’t. You cling to me. I’m the weight on your chest when the world says, go. I’m the voice that tells you, stay right where you are. I am not laziness. I am not fear. I’m older than that. I’ve been growing inside you with every broken promise …
There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show on your face. It’s not loud. It doesn’t cry in public. It just sits there — quietly — in your chest. Heavy. Like you’re breathing through wet cotton. You’re not falling apart exactly. But you’re not okay either. You’re just… still standing. Barely. Sometimes, that’s what …
Some days, it just hits. Not like a storm, not like a crash. But like a quiet undoing. You’re lying there. Not really crying. Not really sleeping. Just… drained. Done. There’s this weight in your chest, but you’re too tired to name it. You try to trace what exactly is wrong, but your brain can’t …
Sometimes, it starts so quietly, you don’t even realise what’s happening. You begin adjusting. Toning yourself down. Not to deceive—but to connect. To be liked. To be chosen. To not feel so… alone. You say yes when you mean no. You ignore what hurts. You twist yourself into someone easier to accept. And over time, …
There are days you want better. You wake up and think, “Okay, let’s try again today.” Maybe it’s something small—like breaking a habit. Or holding a boundary. Or making a choice you know deep down is good for you. But then that moment comes. The actual doing. And suddenly it feels like someone just asked …
Sometimes people say they’re “keeping the peace” when really, they’re just hiding the war. They go quiet. They swallow their words. They build walls and call it love. But silence isn’t always healing. Sometimes it’s just a slow erosion. A slow burning. A slow goodbye. We tell ourselves that if we don’t talk about it, …
People admire the strong one. They lean on them, seek their wisdom, and trust them to hold everything together. But no one ever asks who the strong one turns to when they are the ones unraveling. The strong one is the person who never falls apart in front of others. They give without expecting much …
There are moments when the weight of everything feels unbearable. When every fiber of your being screams to stop, to sit it out, to let someone else handle it. When fear, exhaustion, or doubt whispers in your ear, “Why bother?” But then, something inside you whispers back, “Do it anyway.” Not because it’s easy, not …
We’ve all been there. That place where the days blur into each other, where everything feels heavy, and moving forward seems like a distant idea. It’s the slump—the feeling of being stuck, unmotivated, and maybe even questioning what it all means. The Weight of It All Being in a slump isn’t just about feeling lazy …
There’s a moment we all face, when exhaustion becomes more than just tiredness. It’s that feeling when you’ve run dry—your tank is empty, but you keep pushing. You ignore the signs. And in that space, something starts to shift. What used to feel like passion, joy, and purpose now feels like obligation, pressure, and resentment. …