@boonotboo: I thought I was okay. I thought I had processed everything. I thought I had finally moved on, and that this career break was simply a chance to let my nervous system breathe after years of running on autopilot. Until tonight. I’m not sure what triggered it. Maybe it was the burnout. Maybe it was the loneliness. Or maybe, for the first time in a long time, I finally had nowhere to run. I had to sit with myself and listen to everything I had been trying so hard not to hear. I was just there having an ice cream by myself alone for the first time in a long time. And suddenly, it hit me. I burst into tears. The kind of crying that comes from somewhere much deeper than today. I didn’t try to stop it. I didn’t tell myself to be strong. I just let it happen. I cried hard. I cried loudly. I let every emotion I’ve been holding onto finally find its way out. It made me realize something. We never truly know whether someone is mentally okay. Sometimes, we don’t even know it ourselves. As long as life keeps moving, we keep moving with it. We wake up, go to work, carry responsibilities, distract ourselves, and convince ourselves we’re fine. But the moment we finally slow down and spend time alone with our own thoughts, the loudness inside our head begins to speak. And sometimes that’s when you realize… “I’m actually not okay.” And that’s okay. The past two years have carried more than I allowed myself to admit. The betrayal of someone I loved. The heartbreak. The burnout from a career I poured everything into. I think I kept pushing myself because slowing down felt dangerous. If I stopped, I was afraid I would fall apart. After the breakup, I threw every ounce of my energy into work. I convinced myself that being productive meant I was healing. I kept achieving, kept taking on more responsibility, kept telling myself I had to be strong. But strength isn’t pretending nothing hurts. Sometimes, strength is sitting alone with an ice cream, letting yourself cry without shame, and finally admitting that you’ve been carrying too much for too long. Healing isn’t always loud. Sometimes it begins with the quiet moment when you stop running from yourself and simply allow yourself to feel. Maybe this career break isn’t just about resting. Maybe it’s about finally giving myself the time and permission to grieve every version of me that survived these past two years.

C i N N A M o N :

I wasn’t a middle child. But i was the only daughter, had to grow up trying to understand everything and do chores all alone because that is the “standard” they set as a woman. I am tired of taking care of everything all alone. I was only 12 when i had to wash all the clothes by hands and cooking, cleaning everything. Even caring for my 5 little brother. I didn’t regret taking care of them. But if only someone see me struggling to do it all alone. Even when i am now an adult I struggle to ask for help, cuz i feel everything has to be done by myself alone. I was too tired once, i slept all day without doing anything. And someone just call me lazy. I am so sad and hurt that they couldn’t see how much i work but they only see the bad in me. I stop sharing anything that hurts me. But watching this hits me. I was deeply wounded by how i was treated and i have no one to talk about it.

jeng 🪽 :

no need to repost, im here!

R ⋆.𐙚 ̊ :

I just cried last night and same reason

{Purple Ocean⁷♡} :

always the middle child.

_jay⁷ :

Random. My chest feels so heavy and I feel like I'm nervous, and I can't explain why.. Idk what to do, I will just calm myself because no one else would do that for me. I feel like I am sad about something or something happened but I don't know what. I just feel so exhausted, feels nervous, hurt. I cry randomly everytime my heartaches..

Acaaaa🌻 :

They don’t know how i cry everynight thinking about anything

nihao :

I dont want to repost gng, just know im here

Charm 🤍 :

Sending hugs

❀❀ :

The daughter who they thought just give her money. 🙂 But seem like I never got love .

☁️ :

they're alway said "មានតែកូនឯងទេដែរ..."but they didn't know that i cried in my shower , on the way back home, my office bathroom. Cheers to all the strong independence daughters .

💎 :

Akala ko ako lang, im also currently dealing with this one. Iiyak ko nalang to lahat :(

🐝hannie 🤍 :

sending hugs 🫂, I've been through alot din, I had my breakdowns also like I feel lonely lately, drain and exhausted from work the pressure the responsibilities ang bigat2 sa pakiramdam 🥺🥹 to the point dimo namalayan na umiiyak kana pala. hayss

DELuuu🍃🦦 :

I don’t want to be stronger, I want to be loved

SOULFORM. :

Late night breakdown with ice cream រស់ជាតិលាយមួយទឹកភ្នែក ❤️sending hug b and to all my girlies who facing same situation rn🌸

ن صفية :

silent repost

bro_venta :

as the saying goes "people sometimes forgot that those who can swim can actually drown too."

leighhhhh🐼 :

I’m the daughter they always worry about. Honestly tiring, it feels like they don’t trust me enough and always been strict to me

婉清 :

I was just a kid

Omnia :

គាត់តែងតែថា«ជីវិតលំបាកច្រើនណាស់ត្រូវចេះទ្រាំ»ប៉ុន្តែខ្ញុំទើបតែអាយុ17ឆ្នាំទេ..?គាត់អាចផ្ដល់អ្វីអោយខ្ញុំគ្រាប់យ៉ាងទោះតែការយកចិត្តទុកដាក់ពីគាត់

nave :

The pet on our shoulders are everything, it’s that serious and unbearable. Sending hug from afar 🫂

abtmyfeeling :

រយៈពេល4ឆ្នាំ ខ្ញុំស្អប់ពាក្យ «មានតែកូនឯងទេដែរ…»

Lita :

Sending hug bong☹️

•Chilyne ᥫ᭡.° :

Chechzy - ឆេចហ្សី 🇰🇭 :

Linnnnn :

Sending hugs to all the daughters out there 💖