There’s this invisible weight I carry.
It’s not in my bag.
It’s not on a to-do list.
It lives in my shoulders, my throat, my chest.
It’s the pressure of being someone.
The good daughter.
The talented freelancer.
The girl who’s building her brand, healing her traumas, being financially independent, staying fit, staying soft, staying spiritual, staying aware.
The one who keeps showing up. Even when she’s tired.
Even when she doesn’t know what’s next.
I’m not saying I don’t want a beautiful life. I do.
I crave the joy, the abundance, the peace, the purpose.
But sometimes it feels like I’m expected to do everything all the time.
Without help. Without noise. Without pause.
And some days, I’m just tired.
Not sad.
Not ungrateful.
Just… tired.
Tired of thinking of the next step.
Tired of being the one who figures it all out.
Tired of performing worthiness as if I’m not already worthy just by existing.
And yet… I keep trying. I keep moving. I keep healing.
But something in me is whispering now:
What if you didn’t have to carry it all?
What if you didn’t need to be so strong, so capable, so perfect all the time?
What if “being someone” didn’t mean “being everything”?
What if rest, slowness, softness… were also powerful?
If you feel this too, here’s what I want to say:
You are not lazy.
You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You’re just carrying too much of what was never meant to be yours.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s time to put it down.
Even for a moment.
Take a breath.
Place a hand on your chest.
Let the expectations melt for a second.
You’re still you.
You’re still worthy.
You’re still allowed to have dreams.
And none of them have to come at the cost of your peace.
You don’t have to be everything to everyone.
You just have to be you and that’s more than enough.
