But darling, what if you trusted?
This thing you’re carrying, this weight that’s crushing the breath from your lungs, what if it isn’t yours to carry?
What if there are different kinds of strong?
What if the strength taken to hold onto this thing that is breaking you, is far less than the strength it would take to let it go?
You have convinced yourself that if you try hard enough you can carry not just your own reality, fears and hopes, but lighten the load on your loved ones. You are carrying the problem, how you perceive the problem and how you fear society perceives the problem. You are carrying not just what is heavy, but the weight of everyone.
Your love ends up denying them their own strength. They can do this.
And society? Can go fuck itself.
You’ve been carrying all this so long you’ve convinced yourself that this heaviness is normal. Lightness feels stolen. It feels temporary. It often is. But so is fear and struggle.
Don’t hold on so tight.
There will always be struggle. There will always be joy. Walk lightly with both.