the unseen weight of a sensitive woman

there is an invisible weight many never notice

it belongs to the sensitive woman

she looks soft, intuitive, loving
but she is buried

buried under responsibilities no one else wanted to face
buried under the emotional labor of generations
buried by the expectations of people who refused to meet themselves

a sensitive woman becomes crushed when she doesn’t realize who she’s been carrying
she begins to believe it’s her job to fill every silence, to anticipate every need
to overcompensate for every man who was never taught how to show up

she carries the weight of the man who disappears when it gets hard
then returns without apology
expecting her to make up for the love he withheld

she carries the guilt of the mother who never healed her inner child
but still expects to be served, obeyed, held

she carries the father-figure who thought love was control
who confused generosity with manipulation
who gave only to ask for more

and when she finally says
no more
no more pretending this is okay
no more stretching myself until i’m nothing but threads
no more giving my child into the hands of people who can’t even hold themselves

suddenly, she’s too much
she’s crazy
she’s difficult
she’s controlling
she’s the one who should go to therapy

let me tell you something
i’m done

i’m not here to make your brokenness comfortable
i’m not here to carry the trauma you refuse to meet
i’m not here to be the emotional outlet for adults who don’t even talk to their own inner children

i am here for me
i am here for my daughter
and for the sacred future i’m building — one choice, one boundary, one deep yes at a time

i will not hand my sensitive, open, radiant child to people who have spent their whole lives numbing
she will not be raised in rooms that don’t know how to hold tenderness

she will only be surrounded by leaders
not leaders of title — but leaders of heart
people who know what it means to care for the child inside themselves
before reaching for someone else’s

because my daughter is watching
she’s learning love from me

and i’m done teaching her that love means self-sacrifice
i’m done teaching her that strength is silence
i’m done teaching her that she should carry people who never learned how to walk themselves

from now on, i will only walk with those who carry themselves with grace
who meet me in truth
who love not because they’re empty
but because they’re whole

this is not a breakdown
this is a breakthrough

this is where the lineage ends — and a new one begins

i will not carry you anymore
but i will carry myself
and that will always be enough 🌸