‘Why am I feeling weak?‘ This feeling creeps in slowly, then overwhelms me all at once. It’s not just physical tiredness, though that’s certainly part of it. It’s a sense of emotional and mental exhaustion, a weight that feels like it’s pressing down on my very spirit.

It’s strange how strength and weakness are often tied to our worth. We’re conditioned to believe that we should always be strong, unshakable, ready to handle whatever life throws our way. But here I am, feeling fragile, questioning my resilience, and struggling to even understand what brought me to this point. Am I not enough? Did I somehow bring this upon myself?

The reality is, life has seasons. Some of those seasons are vibrant, full of growth and progress. Others are heavy, forcing us to confront parts of ourselves we might rather ignore. This feeling of weakness I’m grappling with right now… maybe it’s just part of a season, a reminder that I’m human, that I can’t be everything all at once.

The hardest part, though, is the loneliness. When you feel weak, there’s this fear that no one else will understand. It’s easier to hide it, to put on a brave face, to pretend that everything’s fine. But the truth is, holding it all in just adds to the weight. I feel like I’m carrying invisible burdens, ones I’m too afraid to share out of fear that others might see me as less than I am.

Yet, maybe feeling weak doesn’t mean I’m weak. Maybe it’s a sign that I’ve been carrying too much, that I’ve stretched myself beyond what I can bear. Our minds and bodies have a way of forcing us to slow down when we refuse to do so willingly. This “weakness” is perhaps my body’s cry for help, a plea to stop, to rest, to simply be for a while without the constant need to push forward.

In this moment, as I’m writing, I realize that maybe I need to embrace this feeling of weakness rather than resist it. Instead of viewing it as a failure, what if it’s an invitation to be kinder to myself? To allow myself a break, to reconnect with the parts of me that are often neglected in the rush of daily life.

Perhaps this weakness is not here to defeat me but to ground me. Maybe it’s here to remind me that strength doesn’t always look like power and control. Sometimes, true strength is found in admitting that we’re tired, that we need rest, and that we can’t do it all alone.

So, if you’re reading this and you, too, feel weak, know that you’re not alone. It’s okay to slow down, to take a breath, and to let yourself feel what you need to feel. It’s okay to reach out, to lean on those who care, and to remind yourself that strength is found not in perfection, but in our willingness to embrace our most vulnerable selves.

For now, I’ll hold on to that thought and allow myself the grace to rest. I may feel weak, but maybe—just maybe—I’m finding a new kind of strength within.

-With love, H.

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