11/06/2025
“When Strong Feels Too Heavy”
There are days when I feel like I’m drowning—not in water, but in everything that weighs on me. A quiet, invisible draining from the inside. It’s hard to name what it is exactly—is it exhaustion? An emotional fog? A silent scream under all the things I need to be?
I am a mother.
I am a mentor.
I am a leader.
I am someone people look up to, lean on, and expect strength from. And most days, I show up for that role without hesitation. I wear strength like armor, smile through the storm, and press forward because that’s what’s expected of me.
But in the quiet, in those moments between all the doing… I remember:
I’m also human.
I wasn’t built to carry everything alone. I wasn’t made to always be “okay.” I wasn’t created to ignore my own spirit in the service of everyone else’s. Somewhere in the layers of responsibility, I forgot that I’m allowed to soften. To bend. To breathe.
I forgot that it’s okay to kneel—not in defeat, but in surrender. In grace.
To sit with my tired soul and just be. Not a role, not a title, not a task—just me.
And in that softness, I don’t lose my strength. I actually find it again.
Because true strength isn’t always about standing tall.
Sometimes, it’s about allowing yourself to rest. To cry. To heal.
To remember that you are not less when you’re low. You are still whole—still worthy—still you.
So today, if all I can do is pause and whisper to my soul, “I see you, I haven’t forgotten you,”—then that is enough.
I am still becoming. And that, in itself, is beautiful.
