I am not complaining. I am coping.
I know how to collect myself from the fragments when everything is falling apart.
I am the one to whom people go for advice, for inspiration, for strength.
The one about whom they say: "Well, you are strong, you can handle it."

And, yes, I really am strong.
But, God, how sometimes I want not to be.
Just lie in someone's arms and not explain anything. Just be.
Weak. Sad. Real.

The loneliness of a strong woman is special.
Not because there is no one around. But because there are no people around who look at her as a woman, and not as armor.
A strong woman does not ask.
She does not call at 3 am with the phrase "I feel bad."
She quietly turns on music, makes tea and experiences a storm inside. Without witnesses.

Yes, she has dreams.
Yes, she wants to be loved, needed, valued not only for her "strength."
But most often she hears: "You are so great! So independent!"
And this is not a compliment. This is a reminder that waiting for support is useless.

Do you know what such a woman really wants?
For someone to say:
"I'm here for you. Not because you can't handle it, but because you don't have to always be strong."