Tired, Not Done
The Kind of Tired That Doesn’t Sleep Away
It’s not the kind of tired that a nap fixes.
It’s the kind of tired that lives in your bones —
after too much explaining,
too much waiting,
too much pretending you're fine when you're anything but.
You show up. You try. You smile when you don’t feel like it.
You keep moving through a world that rarely slows down — even when your heart needs it to.
And still, no matter how exhausted you feel,
you haven’t given up.
A Flicker Is Still a Light
There’s a small part of you that refuses to go out completely.
It’s not loud. It’s not heroic. It doesn’t come with a plan.
But it’s still there.
A flicker of belief.
A soft voice that says, “Keep going.”
Not because everything’s fine.
Not because you know how it’ll turn out.
But because something inside you still wants to try.
Still hopes it might get softer.
Lighter.
Kinder.
This Is Still Strength
You don’t need to be bright and bold to be brave.
Showing up with tired hands and a quiet heart — that counts too.
And if all you did today was whisper to yourself, “Not yet,” —
that’s enough.
You’re tired.
But you’re still here.
And that matters more than you know.
For anyone holding on by a flicker.
Thoughts to explore. Words to let go.
Notes That Found a Home
