Iโll let you in on a secret.
Itโs exhausting to be this kind and caring.
Itโs exhausting to always go out of your way for other people.
Itโs tiring to always be the one who makes sure that others are doing okay.
Itโs hard to be everyoneโs shoulder to cry on.
Itโs mentally draining to listen to everyoneโs problems and hearing the same stories over and over again.
But itโs not exhausting because Iโm faking to be kind and caring.
Itโs exhausting because no one ever thinks that maybe I, for once, need to be the one who feels cared for.
Itโs tiring because no one ever feels the need to go out of their way for me.
Itโs hard because no one feels like they need to make sure Iโm okay, because they simply assume that I must be fine seeing as Iโm handling other peopleโs problems so well.
Itโs exhausting because my soul needs healing too sometimes, and it seems there is no one who wants to provide some love. Itโs as though they donโt see that I, too, struggle with life and its ups and downs.
Maybe itโs my fault though? Maybe I am painting a picture of a perfect life? I may not be faking my kindness and caring nature but maybe I am faking how much I really have it all together?
But I quite like the illusion of having it all together. Do you see the problem?
- e.s. // secrets.
โูุง ุฑุจุ ุงุณุชุจุฏู ุญุฒ ููุก ุฌู ููโฌ
Oh Lord, replace my sadness with something beautiful.โฌ
ุฑูุจูู ุฅููููู ููู ูุง ุฃููุฒูููุชู ุฅูููููู ู ููู ุฎูููุฑู ูููููุฑู
"My God, I am truly in great need of any good that You might send down to me." {Quran - 28:24}