SERIES 2: THE UNVOICED WEIGHT
They never told me.
There was no announcement.
No one asked, “Are you ready?”
It just happened.
From the moment I arrived,
I started carrying the weight.
Not physical weight—but invisible ones:
Unseen expectations.
Unspoken assignments.
Silent responsibilities.
Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually.
I’ve learned to sacrifice... quietly.
To say, “I’m fine” even when I’m not.
To become the unofficial parent.
The fixer.
The example.
The listener.
The one they lean on.
Even when I’m collapsing inside.
I was never allowed to fall apart.
I learned in silence that my feelings could wait.
So I carried it all:
Every “please help me” answered,
While guilty for every “No” I whispered.
Every unvoiced request,
I saw it.
I felt it. I fixed it.
I carried family secrets in my chest like sacred trust.
I solved problems I didn’t cause.
And I wore responsibility like it was stitched into my identity.
Like an armor but it gets heavy.
Now?
I’m tired.
Tired of being the one who holds it all together.
Tired of being strong simply because there’s no room to be soft.
Tired of sacrificing without question.
Tired of breaking silently.
So sometimes...
I cry quietly.
Then I wipe my tears and do it all over again.
But for how long?
How long will I keep being strong just because no one else knows how to fall apart?
From ADA (The First Daughter)
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