My mental state: if you give me a long hug I might start crying
In the quiet corners of her world, she feels the weight of her life pressing down on her. Day after day, she faces challenges in her job, where success seems just out of reach, no matter how hard she tries. Her relationships, once sources of joy, now bring more questions than answers, leaving her feeling disconnected and alone. Even her family and friends, who should be her sanctuary, seem to demand more from her than she can give.
She’s always been the one everyone else could lean on, the one who never showed any sign of weakness. But now, she’s tired. Tired of being strong, tired of keeping up the facade that everything is alright. There’s a weariness in her bones, a slow, creeping realization that she can’t keep going like this forever.
She knows she’s reaching a breaking point. She’s aware that her mental state is fragile, like thin ice ready to crack under too much pressure. And she knows that if someone were to wrap their arms around her in a long, warm hug, she might finally allow herself to break down and cry. To let out all the frustration, the disappointment, and the exhaustion that she’s been holding in for so long.
It’s a scary thought, to be so vulnerable in front of someone else. But maybe, just maybe, it’s what she needs—a chance to be weak, to be comforted, to be understood. Maybe then she can start to rebuild herself, piece by piece, into someone who can find happiness again.