Sometimes you just sit. 🤍 Silently. Not because everything is fine, but because you don't want to explain.

There are evenings when you seem to dissolve in the room, in your own thoughts, and you can't find the words. 🏙️ You look at the screen, at the window, at a mug of cold tea, and you are silent. Not because you have nothing to say, but because you don't know where to start.

It's not sadness. It's not weakness. It's not loneliness. It's just... tired of being strong. 💔

Strength is nurtured in us. 💪 They tell us: "you can handle it." We repeat it to ourselves - like a spell. But there is a fine line between being strong and being alive. Sometimes being alive requires someone to just be there. Without questions. Without lecturing. Just — there.

It was never easy for me to ask for support. 🫂 I always felt that I had to figure everything out myself first. And then, "ready and collected", go out to people. The paradox is that it is precisely at the moment of maximum fragility that we need most not advice, not motivation, but someone who will look into the eyes and not say: "you have to hold on." But just hug. 🤗 Or even just be silent next to. As a presence. As protection. As silence in which you can rest.

I remembered how one day I was walking home late at night. 🌃 It was cold, I was very cold, the bus was late, and I was just standing at the bus stop, shivering and clutching my hands in my pockets. There was a woman standing next to me with two bags. We didn't talk. We just stood. And suddenly she handed me a paper cup of hot coffee. ☕ Without words. Without a reason. I didn’t cry then, although I felt my chest getting warmer. Because someone simply noticed.

So often we are surrounded by people, but we feel invisible. 👀 There may be family, friends, colleagues around us, but it still seems to us that no one notices how exactly we look when we are tired. How our shoulders sag. How our hands move slower.

Support is not always loud. Sometimes it is just: “I'm here.” 🤍 Or a message at night: “How are you?” Or the way someone puts food on your table without asking questions. Or a stupid picture in a messenger. 😊 Or music that was sent to you just like that.

Sometimes I think that real sympathy is in the little things. ✨ It does not require explanations. It does not rush. It does not say: “calm down.” It just is.

I'm learning to be soft. 🌸 Not in front of everyone. But in front of those who can. I'm learning to say: "I'm having a hard time" - and not be ashamed. I'm learning to accept care. Because, it turns out, support is not a sign of weakness. It's a sign of trust.

If you're reading this and you feel like you'd like someone to be there for you - know: you're not alone. 💫 You don't have to carry everything on yourself. You have the right to be tired. And you have the right to be noticed.

Sometimes one look is enough. 👁️‍🗨️ One "I see you." And you already feel lighter.

We all need someone from time to time. Just to breathe out. 💨 Just to not be strong. Just to feel: I'm important. I exist. I'm alive.

And that's normal. 🤍