I Carry Too Much
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You didn’t ask to carry it.
But something in you couldn’t leave it behind.
Not the sorrow. Not the tension. Not the silence.
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You held what cracked others.
And you made it look light.
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Feeling of heaviness in your chest without knowing whyGetting sick after helping othersWaking tired, even when nothing “happened”Saying “It’s fine,” when it’s not
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You are not tired because you are weakYou are tired because your body became a shelter
for pain that wasn’t yoursAnd love that had no other place to liveYou became the bridge,
the sponge,
the quiet guardian no one noticedBut your soul notices
And it’s asking:

“May I stop now?”
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You don’t need to keep proving that you are strong
You don’t need to keep catching what others throw into your silence
You are allowed — now — to lay it downEven if no one else says, that You canYou can.

This is that moment.
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Touch your chest.
Feel what doesn’t belong there.
And whisper softly:

“I return what was never mine.”

Inhale
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as if calling your soul backHold
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like a pause before forgivenessExhale
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as if laying a heavy bag at the foot of something sacred
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You don’t have to carry it anymore
to be who you areYou were never meant to hold everything -
Only to be real.

That is the beginning.
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Explanation

Some souls don’t just feel the world —
they carry it.This doesn’t mean they chose it.
It means their system was open, receptive, sensitive —
and others, knowingly or not, placed weight into that space.From early life, these souls are often the listeners, the helpers, the ones who “understand.”
They sense what others avoid.
They absorb what others release.
And they do it quietly — without asking for return.Over time, this becomes a pattern:
They carry others’ emotions.
They hold silence for those who won’t speak.
They stay strong when others collapse.
They offer light — even while dimming inside.Often, no one sees the cost.The body begins to feel heavy.
The nervous system stays alert.
The breath gets tight.
And the soul, still kind, still wide, begins to ache under the weight of what was never theirs to hold.⸻Why It HappensThis pattern doesn’t come from weakness.
It comes from love — unprotected.When boundaries weren’t modeled, or when love meant absorbing pain,
the soul adapts by becoming the container.
The one who holds everything,
even what should have been released.This creates deep confusion.
Is love giving?
Is love disappearing?⸻The ShiftHealing begins when the soul recognizes:
“Carrying is not the same as caring.”You can love without lifting what isn’t yours.
You can witness pain without swallowing it.At first, releasing what you carry may feel like betrayal.
But it’s not.It is the return of weight
to the ones it belongs to.It is the return of self
to the body it came here to fill.⸻Gentle Next StepsYou don’t need to fix everything at once.
But you can begin by repeating the quiet truths written above —
as many times as needed.Let your breath return you.
Inhale: I am allowed to be whole.
Exhale: I release what I was never meant to carry.You are not leaving anyone behind.
You are simply beginning to hold yourself.

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You are simply beginning to hold yourself.
And that is enough.

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