This poem was shared on Facebook. I'm not familiar with the author but the words ring true. I am exhausted from putting on a strong face and have become a real introvert. Thanks for listening.
“I dream of never being called resilient again in my life.
I'm exhausted by strength.
I want support.
I want softness.
I want ease.
I want to be amongst kin.
Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit. Or for how many."
— zandashe' l'orelia brown