The pain became unbearable…
and honestly, I didn\u2019t see it coming.
I thought I was strong.
I thought I had it all together.
But that day\u2026 something just broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went to pray, hoping to find peace.
However, instead, I found tears I couldn’t hold back.
I tried to distract myself,
editing a video, pretending I was okay,
but the weight was too much.
So, I left it all behind
and just walked to church.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat there in silence.
And when I opened my eyes to speak,
no words came out.
Just silence\u2026
and tears I didn\u2019t even know I had.
Tears that didn\u2019t need permission,
tears that had been waiting for too long to fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In that moment,
I found myself asking God for help,
not just casually,
but from a place deep down,
a place that was tired,
a place that had tried and failed
more times than I could count.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was sorry.
Genuinely sorry.
Not just for what I had done,
but for the promises I made to Him
that I never kept.
Not because I didn\u2019t mean them,
but because I was overwhelmed.
Life had been good on the outside,
yes, work was flowing,
opportunities were opening,
my social media looked okay,
and people probably thought I had it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But inside\u2026
there was a war.
A quiet one.
A war between my heart and my hope.
Everything looked fine,
except my bank account was a mess,
and even worse,
my heart?
My heart was quietly falling apart.
It\u2019s strange, isn\u2019t it?
How you can be surrounded by light
and still feel lost in the dark?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s when it hit me,
a heavy realization I couldn\u2019t shake.
The people who make others smile the most\u2026
are often the ones
who cry the hardest in silence.
We are the ones
who write encouragement posts,
who check in on others,
who make room for broken people\u2026
yet, we struggle to find someone
who can just look at us,
deep enough,
and say, \u201cHey, I see you too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We don\u2019t need people to fix us.
No.
We just need someone who understands
that even the strongest
can break too.
That even those who carry others
sometimes need someone
to carry them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We don\u2019t need perfection.
We need presence.
Someone who doesn\u2019t run away
when the happy version of us
takes a break.
Someone who reads beyond the surface,
who sees the ache behind the smile,
and still chooses to stay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see,
people like us,
who\u2019ve mastered the art of holding others together,
we don\u2019t ask for much.
We just ask for one thing:
to be chosen.
Not as an option.
Not as a second thought.
But as a priority,
as someone worth effort,
worth time,
worth fighting for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019re not asking for grand gestures.
We just want to be seen.
To be pursued.
To be loved without having to earn it
with good deeds or constant strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019ve spent so much time
pulling down walls for others,
just hoping someone would do the same for us.
Not just say it,
but show it.
Because at the end of the day,
words can lie\u2026
but actions?
Actions reveal everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So now, I sit with my truth.
I accept that I\u2019m not weak for breaking,
I\u2019m human.
I acknowledge that being the strong one
doesn\u2019t mean I don\u2019t need strength too.
And maybe\u2026 just maybe\u2026
one day I\u2019ll meet someone
who doesn\u2019t need me to explain everything,
because they already see it.
They feel it.
And they choose me anyway,
first,
not after everyone else has walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until then,
I\u2019ll keep showing up.
I\u2019ll keep healing.
I\u2019ll keep giving love the way I wish to receive it.
But most of all\u2026
I\u2019ll keep walking through these shadows,
knowing that even this pain,
even this moment\u2026
has the power to grow me
into someone stronger,
wiser,
and softer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because yes,
I may bend,
but I will not break.
And yes,
I may fall,
but I will rise\u2026
not because life has always been fair,
but because my story
is still worth telling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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