If I was brave enough....

If I was brave enough, I’d tell you I was tired. Not physically. Mentally. It’s exhausting, having to keep going harder every day. Motivating myself to do everything right... even the little things, even eating, even getting out of bed when my mind would rather stay still. I pushed myself so hard that somewhere along the way, the push left me. And now I don't know how to pull it back. I keep reaching for the version of me that could always try again, always do more, always find a reason to keep moving... but she feels so far away. I am surrounded by people and somehow still feel alone, like a lone wolf lost in a pack that never notices when one of its own is limping. I'm exhausted. Drained too. And the worst part? I don't know how to say it without feeling like I'm complaining. Without feeling like I'm weak. Without feeling like admitting I'm tired means I've failed. But maybe that's the lie I've been telling myself. Maybe I am not the weak link. Maybe I am just a person who has been pulling herself forward for too long without stopping to realise how heavy she has become. If I was brave enough, I'd tell you I'm tired. And maybe, this time, I'd let that be enough. 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔂