Sis, I see you. I feel the weight you’ve been carrying, all by yourself, day in and day out. You’re juggling it all, keeping up appearances, doing what you need to do for everyone else, but inside? You’re suffering in silence. And it’s exhausting. You’ve tried to live up to that image—this idea of Black Girl Magic that the world holds over our heads. But here’s the truth: You’re not a superhero, sis, and that’s okay. You are human. You have limits. And it feels like nobody sees that, right?

It’s like they expect you to keep going, to keep shining, when on the inside, you’re falling apart. The weight of it all is pushing down on you, and you don’t know how much more you can take. The mental load—it’s getting so heavy that even the things you used to manage easily, like cooking or cleaning, now feel like impossible tasks. Sometimes, it’s just too much to even get out of bed, let alone take care of the kids. You want to be there for them, to give them all the love and attention they deserve, but you’re drained. You’re tapped out.

And society? The judgment is relentless. They don’t see the strength it takes just to exist, to wake up and face another day in a world that always demands more from you, that doesn’t care about your pain. They expect you to be strong, to keep pushing through, while you’re screaming on the inside. But you don’t scream, do you? You bottle it all up because you don’t want to seem weak. But pretending? Pretending is wearing you down.

You want help, you need help, but where do you even turn? Who can you trust with your heart, with your struggles? You’re always the one showing up for others, the one carrying everyone else’s load, but when’s the last time someone did that for you? When’s the last time someone asked how you were doing, and really meant it?

Then there’s work… just another layer of stress. Maybe your job is draining you. Unsupportive coworkers, toxic managers, the constant feeling that you have to prove yourself over and over, just to get through the day. Or maybe you’re the one everyone sees as the success story—the one who has it all together. But they don’t know the real you, the you that’s barely hanging on when you close the door behind you.

Sis, you’re not alone in feeling like this. Your struggles are valid. Your pain is real. It’s okay to admit that you need help, that you need someone to hold you up for once. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.