I’m not tough.
My heart drops to my stomach whenever someone I love seems off.
I self-sabotage.
I have the worst anxiety.
I constantly compare myself to others, and I worry I am not enough.
She was already carrying more than she ever admitted.
Silently fighting battles you never even noticed.
She was struggling to hold herself together.
Questioning her worth, drowning in overthinking, and stretched thin by life.
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