I’m Tired of Being Resilient

I am exhausted from being described as “strong.”

Strong is what people call you when they don’t plan on helping.

Strong is what you become when no one steps in.

Strong is the compliment they use when you’ve been carrying too much for too long.

I didn’t wake up resilient. I adapted because I had no other option. I learned how to survive discomfort, disappointment, and pressure without letting it show — and now everyone expects that version of me to be permanent.

I don’t want applause for endurance.

I want relief.

I want rest that isn’t earned through suffering.

I’m still capable.

I’m just done being resilient as a personality trait.

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Unhinged But Alive — resilient and resentful.