There are points in life where people look at you and think you have made it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They see the title, the status,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the big name you carry,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But sometimes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you just wish the phone would ring for once,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for a favor, not for a rescue,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But just for someone to genuinely ask if you are okay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are so tired of being the breadwinner,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not just financially, but physically,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
emotionally, and mentally too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holding up the weight of everyone else’s world<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While your own foundation is quietly turning to dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You question your entire existence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wondering if anyone actually sees you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or if they only see what you can provide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No calls. No texts. No gifts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just hands reached out,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
waiting to take what you have,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wanting to be associated with your achievements,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but never your pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You wish the sacrifices you poured out for others would be returned,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just a fraction of the love you gave,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
mirrored back to you, But nothing happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the silence begins to burn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You become frustrated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You doubt every single thing you do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The claps are rare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The applause is almost non-existent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And if they do celebrate you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s a passing line when you meet:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“We are so proud of you,” spoken like a script,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Devoid of warmth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You fall to your knees and pray,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but the heavens feel suddenly silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like the prayers are bouncing off a brass ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You wish for a miracle,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but the horizon stays completely dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You try calling friends,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but the line cuts both ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because you were too overwhelmed to pick up their calls before,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They have grown busy with their own lives now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything is at a standstill,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
refusing to work,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Except for the bad things,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
which seem to come all at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You find yourself sitting up in the middle of the night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whispering questions to the shadows that no one can answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are in a season where you can\u2019t tell a soul what you’re going through,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because no one seems to have a solution,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the world is always so quick to point a finger and blame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“If you hadn’t done this, that wouldn’t have happened.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just endless stories,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Endless lectures, endless judgment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You don\u2019t know what to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You don\u2019t know where to start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who do you even call for help when the people who used to be there<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Opted out because you couldn’t find the strength to reciprocate?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are trapped in a brutal series of pain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of trials, of constant questioning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With absolutely no idea when it will end,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or if it will even end well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your world feels completely frozen, paralyzed in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You try to encourage yourself,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You try to put yourself back out there,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the loudest voice in the room is your own self-condemnation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You find yourself picking apart every single mistake you\u2019ve ever made,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Overshadowing the good things until everything is just broken pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is so exhausting to pretend you are okay,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To wear the mask of the strong one, the successful one,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When inside you are confused, shattered,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And feeling like giving up might be the only option left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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