14/01/2026
There is a specific kind of exhaustion that lives right behind the eyes.
It’s a heavy, pulsing heat that makes the room feel too bright and the air feels too thin.
You might find yourself staring at a pile of laundry or a blinking cursor on a screen, and suddenly, the dam breaks. It’s not always a cinematic sob; sometimes it’s just a quiet, hot trickle that catches on your jawline.
Your chest tightens, your breath hitches, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s pressing in on you with impossible weight.
We have all been taught, in a thousand subtle ways, to apologize for this leak.
We say "sorry" as we swipe a sleeve across our eyes, as if our humanity is an inconvenience.
But we are all carrying invisible backpacks filled with the stones of "fine" and "okay." We carry the weight of transitions we didn't ask for, grief that hasn't found a home, and the sheer fatigue of holding it all together.
When we cry, we are simply acknowledging the gravity of what it means to be alive and feeling.
Think of your tears not as a sign of breaking, but as a necessary exhale.
Like a summer storm that breaks a humid afternoon, crying allows the atmospheric pressure within us to reset. It is a biological release valve.
There is a profound, quiet strength in letting the salt water wash away the grit of the day. It doesn't mean the problem is solved, but it means you are no longer trying to carry the weight of it with a frozen heart.
There is a sacred stillness that follows a good cry—a "clear-sky" feeling where you can finally hear your own heartbeat again.
You have permission to let your face be messy.
You have permission to retreat to the bathroom, the car, or under the covers and let the tears come without an expiration timer.
You do not need to explain them, justify them, or fix the reason behind them right this second.
Today, you are allowed to simply flow.
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