To the woman who carries it all.

I know the load bears heavy. I know the burdens leave marks, some even scars.

To the woman who feels unseen.

I know your efforts feel overlooked. I know that you patiently wait for the moments of expressed gratitude for the loads you so willingly pick up for others.

To the woman who feels like it’s never enough.

I know you wish you can take on more. I know that secretly, you try to overcompensate for others to fill a void within yourself.

To the woman who punishes herself for making mistakes.

I know you strive for the unrealistic concept of perfection. I know that you punish yourself far greater than anyone else ever could. I know that your grace is given freely to others while the grace for yourself comes at a great cost.

To the woman who struggles with her confidence.

I know that the mirror places ugly thoughts in your mind, trying to taint your heart and rid the love of self. I know how easily it is to find the flaws and when it comes to proclaiming your strengths, you can’t quite find the words.

To the woman who craves more freedom.

I know that you feel restricted by your circumstances, shackled to your responsibilities. I know that you desperately desire mini escapes but suffer from guilt once they are granted because you have been cursed by your reliability. Your dependability. If only you weren’t so trusted. If only you could let go of your control.

To the woman who struggles financially.

I know how discouraging it feels, simply existing; not really living because living is costly. I know how difficult it is to choose between necessities, gas or groceries? I know the longing of comfort through material possessions, because did we really need those new pair of shoes?

To the woman who feels alone.

I know the loneliness is potent. I know the isolation is suffocating. I know that your pride will not allow you to lean on others and openly admit that you are in fact, not okay.

To the woman who is tired of being strong.

I know you feel like an emotional punching bag, always there for a listening ear but always searching for a shoulder to lean on. I know the resentment that builds, wishing that someone could see that through the strength and below the surface, your foundation is crumbling.

To the women of all the above, I write for you. I pour for you. I bleed openly for you.

I know that you are barely holding on, tightening your grip as you battle gravity. I know that somehow the days turn into months overnight, and the overwhelming list of “to-do’s” grows infinite.

You may be wondering how do I know so much…how I empathize on such a great scale? Because the scale doesn’t tip in my favor after all. To the women of all the above, me too.

It’s hard to believe how long it’s been since I’ve shared a post on here…way too much to catch up on but I will when time permits.

If you are new to my site, welcome 🙂 have a look around, stay for a while. If you have been rocking with me for a while now, I love you and thank you for your patience and endless support.

For this post, I wanted to provide an ode to women. You are heard, loved, and valued but most importantly, you are not alone. Our beauty and strength lies in numbers. Do you connect with any of the women above?