23/12/2025
To myself:
What I carry is heavy, even if no one sees it.
Caring for a toddler and an infant takes my body, my mind, my heart—every single day.
I do not need my pain to be compared to be valid.
I am allowed to feel tired. I am allowed to feel unseen.
Even when my effort is dismissed, it still counts.
Even when help doesn’t come, I am still showing up.
I am doing real work. I am doing enough.
This season is not a failure—it is survival and love woven together.
I can rest in knowing that my children feel me, even when others don’t.
I am not invisible to the ones who matter most.
Breathe. One moment at a time.
I am still here. And that is strength.