When the Soul is Tired

When the soul is tired, it feels like an empty house.

The windows are shut tight, the doors creak on old hinges, and the wind sneaks in through the cracks, howling like a lost animal.

Inside, the furniture is covered in white sheets, ghostly and still, like memories you can’t quite hold onto. The air smells like dust and forgotten things.

You walk through the rooms, touching the walls, feeling the bumps and scars your life.

When the soul is tired, the world outside feels like a movie.

The sun shines, the birds sing, the trees move in the breeze, but it’s all far away, like something you can’t touch.

You watch it through the cracks in the windows, wondering how it can be so bright when everything inside you feels so dark.

You want to step outside, to feel the sun on your skin, but the door is locked, and you’ve lost the key.

When the soul is tired, time plays tricks.

The days drag on, each hour is heavy, each minute is slow as dripping water.

The nights are worse. They’re long and empty, filled with the sound of your own breathing, the ticking of a clock that won’t let you rest.

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks like they’re stars, waiting for sleep that never comes.

When the soul is tired, you start to wonder if you’re real.

You look in the mirror and see a stranger; their eyes hollow, their face pale and tired. You touch the glass, wondering if they’re really you.

You want to scream, to break the mirror, to see what’s underneath, but you’re afraid of what you might find.

So you turn away, and leave the stranger to their silence.

When the soul is tired, even small things feel impossible.

Brushing your teeth is a battle. Drinking water feels like lifting a weight. But these aren’t small things.

They’re acts of courage. They are proof that even when you feel like giving up, some part of you is still fighting.

Some part of you still believes in the light.

When the soul is tired, you need to be kind to yourself.

Stop listening to the voice that says, “You should be better by now.”

Let yourself rest. Don’t stare at your phone for hours, numb and empty.

Lie in bed and let yourself feel. Cry if you need to. Scream if you need to. Sit in silence if you need to.

Healing is messy. It’s ugly.

When the soul is tired, remember this: You’re not alone.

There are others out there, staring at the same walls, fighting the same battles.

You’re not weak for struggling. You’re not a failure for needing help. You’re human. And being human is hard.

So be gentle. Be kind. Be patient.

The soul doesn’t heal on a schedule. It heals in its own time. Until then, all you have to do is stay.

Stay when the nights feel endless. Stay when the mornings hurt. Stay because you’re worth the fight.

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Thanks for reading!

K🦋