Some people don’t realize how exhausting it is to be the "understanding one". The friend who always listens. The one who absorbs everyone’s emotions. The one who sacrifices their own needs to make others feel special.
Everyone leans on you… but no one stops to ask what it costs.
You carry people’s worries like they’re your own. You swallow your feelings to keep the peace. And the world praises you for it. Calls you mature, stable, emotionally intelligent.
But no one sees the nights you lie awake replaying conversations. The quiet moments where you wish someone would notice you're tired. Really tired.
Being understanding becomes a habit because you don’t know any other way to survive the noise. And sometimes, the ones who understand everyone silently hope that just once, someone would say:
“Hey… you can lean on me today.”
