Blog 17: Carrying the Weight — But Not Alone

The Mental Weight of This Week

This week was hard. The kind of hard that makes you stop in your tracks and reevaluate everything. I've had tough days mentally before, but something about the emotional and psychological exhaustion that hit me this week felt different. I could feel myself nearing burnout — teetering on the edge of letting go of everything I’ve worked so hard for.

 When You Feel Like You're Carrying It Alone
I’ll be honest — I’ve felt lonelier than usual this week. The weight of the journey, the countless detours I’ve taken, the sacrifices that no one sees… they all sat heavy on my spirit. There’s something sobering about feeling like you’ve taken so many steps forward but still questioning if you’re where you’re meant to be.



 Choosing Rest Before Collapse
In the midst of all the overwhelm, I made one choice I’m proud of: I chose to pause. To rest. To breathe. I knew if I kept going the way I was, I’d crash completely. And I refuse to let that happen. I’ve poured too much of myself into this journey. I owe it to myself to protect the vessel — me — before I lose sight of everything I’ve built.

Gratitude Despite the Grit
Even through the heaviness, I’m grateful. I’m thankful to still be here, alive, breathing, and able. I thank God for sustaining me, for showing me grace in the middle of my weariness, and for keeping my family healthy and safe. Sometimes, just being able to say, “I made it through the week,” is enough.

 Holding On to Hope for Next Week
I don’t know what next week holds, but I’m hopeful that it brings more peace, more clarity, and more lightness. I’m learning not to demand perfection from every day — only presence. Showing up, however I am, is still an act of courage.


Regards 

Lover girl 


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