There is a kind of tiredness no one recognizes. It’s not the kind that sleep fixes. Not the kind coffee boosts. Not the kind a weekend break solves. It is the exhaustion of being the person who never falls apart. The one who keeps everyone steady. The one who doesn’t have the luxury of breaking. The one who is always “fine,” even when pieces are quietly slipping. People think strength is muscle. Sometimes, strength is never being allowed to be anything else. A Scene You Might Know...