Sometimes you just want to sit down. Close your eyes. And at least for a minute - stop being strong.
Not to decide everything. Not to smile through tears. Not to say "everything is fine" when there is a storm inside.
We, women, know how to hold on. We know how to be a mother, and support, and inspiration. We know how to cope when there is no one to share with.
But you know what the truth is? Tired. Simple. In a human way.
Not from love. Not from life. But from the fact that everything is always on your shoulders.
From the fact that even when it hurts, you are silent.
Even when you just want to hug and cry, you say, “I'm okay.”
I want someone to come up to me one day.
Look into my eyes.
And say,
“Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'm holding you. Now you don't have to be strong.” 🤍
Sometimes the greatest strength is to allow yourself to be weak, real, vulnerable.
Don't hide your fatigue. Don't pretend. Just be yourself.
You have the right to fail.
You have the right to cry.
You have the right to be alive, not iron.
And yes, you hold on. Because you are fire. But even a flame needs someone to shelter it from the wind with their palms. 🔥