The past few weeks have been full of emotional ups and downs.
I’ve been struggling more than I’ve wanted to admit — even to myself.
I’ve been running on empty. And now… I feel like I have nothing left to give.
I hate admitting I can’t do as much as I used to without feeling overwhelmed.
I hate how much I’ve changed.
Not long ago, I was outgoing. Sociable. Energised by being around people.
Now? My battery runs out so quickly.
I overthink situations that never used to bother me.
I miss the version of me that didn’t feel this heavy.
And somewhere along the way, I put my brave face back on — the one I swore I wouldn’t wear again.
I slipped with my meds.
I stopped talking.
Stopped trusting.
Started believing that if I was tired of me, others must be too.
I started suffering in silence… until I couldn’t anymore.
And when the silence broke, it wasn’t quiet.
I had one of the worst meltdowns I’ve had in a long time.
I came terrifyingly close to drinking again.
I scratched at my face.
I wasn’t okay. I’m still not.
Admitting that still doesn’t come easy.
But maybe someone out there needs to hear it too:
🌧️ You don’t have to be okay to be worthy of care.
🌱 You don’t have to pretend to be fine to deserve support.
🤝 You are not a burden.
I know I won’t feel this way forever.
I know better days will come.
But right now, I just need to be honest:
I’m not okay.
And that’s okay to say out loud.
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