But it's not. Sometimes you just want to lie face down in the pillow and not be an example to anyone.

We've forced ourselves into this image—independent, self-sufficient, impenetrable. 🙃
And then we wonder why no one sticks around for long. Maybe because we feel cold? Because anyone who tries to get close encounters not a person, but a security system that reacts to any sign of concern?

Why are we afraid that if someone sees us without a mask, they'll stop respecting us? Why does "crying" sound like weakness, while "enduring" sounds like valor? 🤔

I don't want to be made of iron. Iron rusts. I want to be alive—with my fears, with my stupid worries, with those moments when everything inside me just breaks.

And honestly, I'm tired of proving that I can do everything myself. Because yes, I can. But I don't want to do it all the time. I want someone to say, "You don't have to defend yourself."

And when was the last time you allowed yourself to be imperfect? ​​🌙