10/01/2026
All the versions of me are tired of trying.
I’ve tried being patient, understanding, strong, and forgiving, even when I was already hurting. I kept giving chances because I wanted things to work so badly. But honestly, I don’t know how many more times I can keep picking myself up just to try again.
I’m tired of forcing things that don’t want to stay. Tired of giving my best and still feeling like it’s never enough. Tired of pretending I’m okay just because I don’t want anyone to worry about me. There were so many times I told myself to keep going when all I really wanted was to stop for a while. I just want to rest without feeling guilty for being tired.
Maybe I don’t need to try harder this time. Maybe I need to let go of what keeps making me feel like I have to prove my worth. I’m allowed to be tired, to step back, and to choose myself without feeling bad about it. I’ve spent so much time trying to make things work that I forgot I deserve things that don’t need to be forced. For once, I just want to breathe.