There is a kind of tiredness that words cannot fully explain.
It is not caused by lack of sleep or too much work. It runs deeper than that.
It is the exhaustion of holding everything in for too long.
Holding back disappointment so we do not appear weak. Holding back tears so we do not burden
others. Holding ourselves together just enough to appear fine.
This weariness rarely shows on the surface. Sometimes we do not even recognize it ourselves. It reveals
itself through emptiness, sudden irritability, or the quiet desire to stop without knowing what exactly
needs to stop.
We compare our exhaustion to others and tell ourselves we have no right to complain—because
someone else always seems to have it worse.
But exhaustion is not a competition.
It is a signal that some part of us has been ignored for too long.
And when that signal is continuously dismissed, the body and the heart will eventually force a pause.
Admitting we are tired is not a sign of weakness.
It is one of the bravest forms of honesty we can offer ourselves.