I’m not being difficult

 I’m not being difficult.

I’m not trying to control everything.

My mind is just heavy. It’s loud in there.
I carry things that no one sees. I hold onto tabs I never opened, ones I can’t close no matter how hard I try.
And yes, I let go when I can. I breathe when I remember. I rest when it’s safe.

But when things fall apart, I somehow always become the one expected to hold it all together again.
And that weight? It doesn’t ask. It just shows up.

So if I seem tired, if I seem distant, if I need a little more space today
Just know I’m trying.
And I’m still showing up.
Even with the mess in my mind.

That’s strength too.