Sometimes I just want to give in, sit down and admit, "Yes, it's hard for me." Not because someone is putting pressure on me, but simply because there is this fatigue inside - from the constant struggle, from the eternal pressure to be strong.

Life teaches us that you need to be strong always. But what does it mean - always? To be strong when there is a storm and fear inside? To be strong when you just want to cry and not explain anything? It's difficult. It seems to me that we often set the bar for ourselves that is higher than the clouds, and we try to reach it, forgetting that you can just drop your hands for a while and breathe.

I had a moment when it seemed like the whole world was demanding that I be a hero. To smile when my heart is constricted. To control myself when I want to scream. And then I realized - sometimes not being strong is also strength. The strength to admit your weaknesses, not be ashamed of them and allow yourself to be just a person.

It may sound strange, but it is in those moments when I stop being strong that I begin to feel real. Without masks, without roles, without expectations. Just me - with my fears and doubts. And you know, there is some freedom in this. The freedom to not be perfect, to not always be on top.

I noticed that on such days I want more warmth - not just from the outside world, but from myself. I want to allow myself to be a little lazy, not to rush and just enjoy the little things. Drink tea, listen to music, look out the window and not rush anywhere. It's like a little vacation for the soul.

Sometimes it seems to me that in this world there are too many images of the "ideal woman" who can do everything, manages to do everything and never loses heart. But I don't want to be perfect. I want to be real. With her ups and downs, with her funny mistakes and unexpected discoveries.

And if you've ever been tired of being strong, know that you're not alone. Sometimes letting go of control doesn't mean losing. It means finding a place for sincerity and simplicity within yourself. And that's perhaps the truest form of strength.

Valeria