The Silent Weight We Carry!!

You know, there are people like me — people who can’t share the pain they carry inside. We suffer quietly through the day and the night. And the strange thing is, most of the time we don’t even know why we are suffering.

So, we search. We look through books, scroll through the internet, sit with people, sit with silence. We try to dig out the reason. What wrong did I do? we ask ourselves. Why do I feel this way?

But no one tells us the reason.!

And so, we put on a smile. We become the happiest person in the room — or at least that’s what everyone believes. We master the art of making sure no one can see the cracks inside us.

But then there are others.

I have seen people who create their own pain, shape their own story of tragedy, and wear it like a badge of honor. They tell everyone how kind they are, how the world has wronged them, and somehow — everyone believes them too.

And here’s where it hurts the most:

People like me — who know what pain feels like — try to help. We pour our energy into others. We give what little light we have so someone else can grow out of their darkness. And they do. They heal. They rise.

And then, some of them turn around and do the very thing we never imagined they would do — they give that pain back to us. Sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, but enough to make us wonder:

Was my kindness just fuel for my own suffering?????

This cycle is exhausting.

But here’s what I’ve realized — and maybe this is the only conclusion I can offer right now:

We cannot control how others use our energy. We cannot control how the world treats us after we choose to give. But we can control one thing — whether we allow that pain to turn us bitter.

Because bitterness is heavy.

And healing — real healing — begins when we decide that even if no one sees us, even if no one thanks us, even if someone uses us — we will still choose to stay soft, still choose to stay kind.

Not because they deserve it.

But because we do.

Because at the end of the day, we are the ones who have to sit with ourselves in that silent room — and I’d rather sit with a heart that is tired but pure, than one that is angry and closed off.

So here’s to the silent ones.

The ones who carry pain but still give love.

The ones who cry when no one is watching but still choose to smile at strangers.

The ones who search endlessly for answers and still choose to hope.

You may not know it yet, but WE are the very reason the world hasn’t turned completely COLD. Cheers🥂