I feel like I’m drowning in the weight of responsibility around me at the moment.
I know that as we navigate life, we’ll experience seasons with varying burdens and challenges, each testing the strength of our shoulders in different ways.
But I feel heavy with the weight I’m currently holding, and I’m not sure how to make sense of it or process it.
I want a moment to fall apart. I want a moment to let go without having to fix the consequences of needing a moment to breathe.
There’s a particular loneliness in responsibility – in knowing that even your moments of weakness create ripples that you alone must address. The exhaustion isn’t just physical; it’s the constant mental calculus of what might break if you pause.
Sometimes, I wonder if others see this invisible backpack of obligations growing heavier by the day—or if they simply see someone managing, handling, and continuing forward.
I don’t need solutions right now. I just need acknowledgement that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed and want to set everything down, even briefly. That needing rest doesn’t make me weak—it makes me human.
Tomorrow, I’ll pick it all up again. I always do. But tonight, I’m allowing myself to name the heaviness, to honour this struggle rather than minimize it. That’s the first step toward making it bearable.
