Will it ever be enough?
The Weight of Being There for Everyone but Yourself
Whatever I do feels like it’s never enough, and I’m so exhausted with everything. I spend my time on everyone, yet no one seems to understand that I’m not giving myself any time. My mental health isn’t terrible, but it isn’t good either. I am cared for, I am loved, and I have everything, yet I still crave peaceful nights.
I don’t want to keep feeling that I’m being careless or not doing enough during the day when I’m already giving my all. I’m putting in my efforts, doing everything I can, yet it still doesn’t feel enough. Am I really the bad person here? I listen to all the tantrums and anger, letting everyone vent to me, but what about me?
At night, I don’t even have a moment to reflect on myself. I’m too busy to think about what I truly want. I end up just washing my face, lying in bed, watching something, waiting for someone to come home, talking a little, and then falling asleep—only to wake up early the next morning and repeat the same cycle again.
Will it ever be enough? Enough to listen, to put in the effort, to maintain relationships, to give my time, and to wait?
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Comments (11)
Congrats on top story.
This is way too relatable, sometimes I just lay in bed and cry, don't even try anymore. Congratulations on top story.
I understand you very well, great piece and congrats on Top Story!
Then and again, when will we stop? Congratulations for top spot! ♥
So raw and real. Much how I feel. Excellent job!
So painfully relatable. Keep that question “what about me?” in your mind more and more is my advice; treat yourself as you would a loved one to the best of your ability. ♥️
Every good hearted person experience the same circles, but i think ..it is a season of sowing and reaping, it becomes enough when you begin to reap...
This poem really hits the feeling of giving your all and still wondering if it’s enough. It’s like a never-ending loop of caring, but barely any time to just be—and yet, you’re still doing your best! Sometimes, that’s all that matters. Congratulations on earning TS 🎉
Congratulations on Top Story!!!
Excellent piece and congrats on top story!! Going through this myself now and it’s a struggle
I'm trying to comment less and heart a little more, but its not working because so many pieces make me think. This piece is a slice of life confessional that made me stop and go, yup, this feels familiar.