Unspoken fatigue

There is a weariness that doesn't show on your face, that your eyes don't betray, a weariness that dwells within and grows silently.

You smile, you accomplish things, you go about your day as usual, but your soul drags its feet, as if exhausted from explaining and pretending to be strong.

The hardest kind of weariness is being strong in front of everyone, while inside you, there's a child who just wants to lean on someone... not fight.

Yet, you rise every time, not because you don't feel pain, but because you've learned that some battles don't need an audience, but a patient heart and a hidden faith.

And one day, when everything calms down, you'll realize that this weariness wasn't a burden, but the fire that forged you to emerge stronger, deeper, and more true to yourself than you ever were.