04/08/2026
She’s the one who says “poor you.”
The one who notices when you’ve gone quiet. Who remembers the small thing you mentioned months ago. Who asks “are you okay?” and actually waits for the answer.
She’s so good at looking after everyone that no one quite thinks to do it back.
And it’s not that they don’t love her. It’s that she’s never once let them see her need it. She’s made herself so capable, so fine, so unbothered, that the people around her have no idea she’s quietly running on empty.
Here’s the gentle truth. You’re allowed to be the one who’s looked after sometimes too. You’re allowed to let someone say “poor you” to you. It doesn’t make you less capable. It just makes you human.
If you’d like a safe place to put some of it down, and be the one who’s held for a change, you’ll find how to work with me in my bio. 💛