“I’m Not Broken—But I’m Tired of Fixing Myself Every Damn Day”

A brutally honest letter from a girl who’s done pretending she’s okay.

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I wake up every day with the weight of a thousand invisible bricks on my chest.
No alarms anymore. Just my own body jolting me up at 3:47 a.m. — like it’s afraid of missing another crisis.

I sit in silence. My phone screen lights up, but I don’t check the messages anymore. They don’t feel like lifelines now. Just noise. Endless good mornings, memes, forwarded reels. I laugh at none of them. I used to — I really did.

But something inside me cracked a while ago.
Not loud like glass breaking.
Quiet. Like a tiny snap of thread that held something together.

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People think I’m doing okay.
I dress up, post smiling selfies, write aesthetic captions, sometimes even reply with a “haha 😂” when someone asks how I’m doing.

Truth?

I’m tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of showing up as the "high-functioning" version of myself.
Tired of…