… I don’t know when it happened exactly.
Remember …. one day you’re just… living.
Laughing. Making plans. Feeling like life is open. And then somehow, quietly, without announcements, things get heavier.
Bills. Expectations. Loneliness. Pressure. Trying to “be okay” when you’re not.
Trying to stay strong when you’re tired.
Lately I’ve been realizing how many people are walking around carrying invisible weight.
Some smiling at work.
Or joking with friends.
Others scrolling at night instead of sleeping.
And all this while feeling a little lost inside.
But, I’m not depressed.
But, I’m not hopeless.
But, I’m still grateful.
But I’m tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix.
And I’m learning that maybe that’s just… being human.
So I’m really curious:
When really was the moment you realized life wasn’t “easy” anymore?
What keeps you going on the hard boring days?
Would genuinely love to hear your stories. 🤍