You Hold It All Together. No One Sees How Much It’s Costing You.
You wake up already thinking about the emails you didn’t send, the conversations you still need to have, the quiet tension between you and someone you love.
You move through the day with a smile, nodding at the right moments, holding space for others even when you’re running on fumes.
Your calendar is full, but your joy feels… rationed.
You plan vacations but still check work messages.
You host family dinners but feel like you’re acting a part.
You show up for everyone, yet you can’t remember the last time someone truly showed up for you.
On paper, you have a “good life” — stable, impressive, enviable even.
Inside, there’s an ache you can’t explain without sounding ungrateful. You wonder if this is just adulthood… or if you’ve been carrying something heavier than you’ve admitted.
You’ve weathered faith communities that told you who you should be.
Relationships that made you question your own reality.
Homes that were picture-perfect but emotionally hollow.
And somehow, you’ve still managed to achieve, to parent, to lead, to function.
But deep down, you miss yourself — the version of you that laughed loudly, loved fully, and felt safe being imperfect.

