You keep going.
You push through the exhaustion, through the friction that makes every little thing harder than it should be.
You’re the one who never collapses.
The one who keeps the peace, who holds the family, the job, the friendships together.
But lately, it feels like everything you do costs too much.
You’re tired of feeling invisible.
You’re tired of giving while being treated like a rug.
You’re tired of feeling numb.
This isn’t weakness.
It’s the hidden cost of being the strong one.