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Carrying everyone and forgetting myself

Insight 5 hrs ago
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    Tolufile
    5 hrs ago

    Part 2:

    They taught me early that family means sacrifice.

    So I carried them all: their hopes, their crises, their quiet expectations.

     

    Anytime something went wrong, I stepped forward.

    Not because I had everything, but because I couldn’t stand aside and do nothing.

    Bills, business troubles, silent fears at home — somehow, they all found their way to me.

     

    I didn’t complain.

    I wore the helper’s smile, even on days my heart felt heavy.

    But at night, when the noise faded, a small voice whispered:

    “You’re carrying everyone… but who is carrying you?”

     

    It wasn’t anger that filled my chest — it was love, mixed with exhaustion.

    And in loving so deeply, I forgot something important:

    That I, too, needed rest.

    That I, too, was human.

     

    Some days, I woke up tired before the day began.

    Tired from thinking, worrying, hoping.

    But still, I kept going — because that’s what love taught me to do.

     

    And even now, I still keep going.

    Because love, even when it’s heavy, is still love.

    Have you ever felt quietly exhausted from caring too much?

    Share your story in the comments — it might help someone feel less alone.

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