You didn’t wake up one day and decide to carry everything. It just kind of.. happened.
Little by little, you picked it all up: The meals. The schedules. The emotions.
The “What’s for dinner?” and the “Mom, where’s my socks?”
The guilt. The responsibility. The pressure to be everything for everyone.
For a while, you could handle it, because you’re strong. You figure things out. You get it done.
At some point, it stopped feeling like strength and started feeling like survival.
Here's the part no one really talks about: It’s not just the tasks that are heavy. It’s the constant awareness.
The mental load. The quiet ache of never feeling like you can fully exhale.
That’s the real exhaustion.
That’s what leaves you lying in bed at night, body buzzing, mind racing - even if you “did nothing” all day.
Let me say this clearly:
You weren’t made to carry it all.
Yes, you're capable, but that doesn’t mean you’re called to do it alone.
God never asked that of you.
That white-knuckle independence?
That constant bracing?
That’s not how daughters are meant to live.
You're allowed to hand some of it back.
You're allowed to need.
You're allowed to rest.
This isn’t about giving up. It’s about letting God in.
It’s about letting your body feel safe again so you can stop holding your breath and start actually living.
You don’t have to carry it all. You never did.
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