I’m tired. Deeply, painfully tired. It feels like I’ve been hustling for years, doing everything they said would lead to success, pushing through all odds, fighting silently, and yet, here I am still stuck, still empty. It seems like those who don’t even work are the ones enjoying life more. My mental health is unstable. I can’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve fought depression in silence. I’ve smiled through pain. I’ve dressed up my struggles in strength. I’ve prayed, worked, hoped, and sacrificed. But how is this fair? How can I give everything and still have nothing? I’m not lazy. I’ve done it all — legit, honest, sleepless hustle. And yet peace and progress still seem to run from me. Tell me, is it no longer by hard work? Because this life is showing me shege. I’m not just tired; I’m drained, and it’s becoming harder to hold on. This is a cry for help.
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