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Carrying everyone and forgetting myself
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Tolufile
108 days agoPart 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.