There is a weight we carry that doesn’t show up in mirrors…but it shows up everywhere else. It shows up in our silence.In our tired smiles…In the emptiness of our eyes. In the way our shoulders stay tense even when we’re trying to rest.In the way we swallow what we should’ve screamed.In the way we keep showing up when nobody has shown up for us. Some of us learned young that life wasn’t waiting for our tears.So we stitched ourselves together with strength we didn’t choose…and kept moving like survival was our birthright. But here’s the truth I had to face…carrying everything is not strength.Sometimes it’s punishment.Sometimes it’s habit.Sometimes it’s…