KK WISDUMBS

One day, you’re just done.

Tired.

Done being the punching bag.
Done being the savior.
Done being the giver.
The fixer.
The lover.
The forgiver.
The one who always understands.
The one they can burn over and over again because they know you’ll still show up.

You’re tired.

Tired of carrying people who only turn around and call you heavy.

Tired of performing CPR on something that wants to flatline.

Tired of explaining your heart to people committed to misunderstanding it.

Tired of carrying the weight of something that would collapse the second you stopped overfunctioning.

And the craziest part is, when you finally pull your energy back, people may start to “see” you.

Why?
Because you made it easier for them.

You’re done overperforming by volunteering your own depletion.

Some people only know how to love what they can take from.

I imagine more self centered people don’t feel this kind of burnout or pain. I imagine they live more peaceful lives because they don’t carry constant empathy for everyone else while neglecting themselves and being grateful for crumbs.

All you needed was to care for yourself.
But some of us just aren’t built that way.

To have a big heart means to feel deeply.
But it also means to hurt deeply.

I told my mom the other day that sometimes I wish I didn’t have her heart.

She looked at me and said,
“I love your heart.”
And the truth is, my pain was talking.

Because even though loving deeply can break you sometimes, there’s still something beautiful about people who love with sincerity in a world that rewards self preservation.

And one day you realize some people never actually loved you.
They loved how much of yourself you were willing to burn for them.

There comes a moment when the person who kept everyone alive emotionally realizes:

“I deserve the same energy and love.”

That’s the beginning of the shift.

Maybe that’s why I started realizing the most consistent love in my life was God’s.

He never asked me to abandon myself to prove my worth.

And He never made love feel expensive.

He sees me.
And He sees you.

It’s okay to feel burned out.
It’s okay to feel disappointed.

Even fire needs rest before it can burn again.