There’s a particular kind of tired that comes from holding it together for too long.
Not the kind that sleep fixes.
Not the kind that disappears after a day off.
It’s the tired that comes from being the steady one.
The capable one.
The person who keeps things moving even when things are heavy.
It shows up quietly.
As irritation when you don’t mean to be sharp.
As tears that don’t seem to match the moment.
As the feeling that even small decisions are suddenly too much.
This kind of tired isn’t a failure signal.
It’s information.
It means you’ve been strong without relief.
Responsible without release.
Present without pause.
If this is you, hear this clearly:
I see you.
You’re not broken.
You’re not behind.
You’re not doing it wrong.
You’re human.
And humans need places where they don’t have to hold everything together.
Let this be one of those places — even if just for a minute.