Not Weak, Just Worn

29th May 2025

Today, I am tired.

Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that comes from holding it all together for far too long.

I've carried worry, grief, disbelief, anger and heartbreak.

I've fought to protect someone I love when the systems meant to help us turned away.

I've spoken when it would have been easier to stay silent.

And I've been brave, even when I felt anything but.

Now that things are moving — now that people are finally listening — my body is exhaling what it has held in for so long.

No wonder I feel like I've been hit by a bus.

This exhaustion is not weakness.

It's a sign that I've been strong beyond measure.

So today, I give myself permission to rest.

To breathe.

To feel all the things I haven't had time or space to feel.

To look after my own heart for a moment.

Even when I feel like I look worn or drained, I remind myself:

This face, this body, this soul — they have carried love, courage, and pain all at once. That is something to honour, not to hide.

Tonight, I let go of the weight just a little.

I don't have to figure anything out right now.

I have already done so much.

I am proud of what I've done.

And one day, I know those who matter most will be proud too.