There are few things more daunting than being “the strong one“. The person who gets things done while those around you sit back and “wait” or dare “judge”. Today, I am frozen with panic and have nobody to lean upon.
“The strong one” is never allowed to cry, ask for help or be weak. We fight everyone’s battles and get little reward. Thanks are few and far between. Today, I want to crawl back into bed and deal with the Universe later.
“The strong one” is coming unglued and needs to take care of herself because nobody else will rise to the occasion. Let me hide for just a little while – a few hours. I guarantee that nobody will notice my step back to save myself; as long as they are taken care of without exception.
“The strong one” is smart, she knows her place. Her place is alone and frightened, like a child.
Please, don’t tell a soul.