Novel & Cerita She's Tired Of Being Strong

"I'm tired." She stared blankly at him but inside her heart was in broken pieces. How badly had he been hurting all these while, while she played heroine in Julien's film. "I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of trying to correct my past mistakes, I'm tired of trying to change, I'm tired of trying to be good enough, I'm tired of seeing you wait for me so patiently because you trust me so much, I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of my life, I'm..."

She wildly grabbed at her chest, conveying that she was talking about something far greater than the ordinary. "Elizabeth, with so much power and perseverance, you have fought these demons! All the time, you're fighting. It's okay to feel tired and fall once in a while because without it, there won't be growth. It's okay. But what kind of a man would I be if I leave my woman when she needs me the most?" Her shoulders fell. "What about you?" "I want exactly what you want. Us." "But I can't do us!" "You can. That you're able to share this with me right now shows more strength than you're seeing. Beth--"

Always at work with stupid fucking idiots that didn't better our lives one bit. "I'm tired, she said looking up at me, so tired Dean I also wonder if what we all have is even worth saving I tried hard the last few years to be stronger but I'm not...I can't not anymore ",her eyes filled with tears and she was a sobbing mess. My gut clenched as I watched her fall apart.

“I don’t feel strong anymore.” She guided me toward the small chair near the window and gently pressed my shoulders until I sat. Then she pulled another chair close and sat facing me, her knees almost touching mine. “You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said. “People who are strong forget that sometimes.” I laughed weakly. “I don’t even know who I am right now.” She studied my face for a moment, then spoke quietly. “You’re tired. You’re scared. That doesn’t erase who you are.”

She has to be strong, sh- Strong. What does being strong means? How someone can be strong? Does being strong means standing up for oneself and raising their voice? Does this mean, being strong? She never knew what was being strong. For years, Shoaib has harassed her but she couldn't raise the voice. She didn't know the reason why? She used to be a very lively girl, a happy camper but after that incident she felt so low of her. She hated herself. She felt used. At times, she tried to reveal this secret to her parents, but she couldn't.

"I thought it was. But now I realize I was just going through the motions. Playing a part in a story someone else wrote." "What story do you want to write now?" "I do not know yet. But I know I want it to be mine." I walked closer, close enough to see the exhaustion in her eyes, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. "You are one of the strongest people I have ever met." "I do not feel strong." "Strength is not about feeling invincible. It is about moving forward even when you are terrified." She looked up at me, and for a moment, the world went quiet again. Just like it did on her father's porch.

“You have to take things easy, honey. Please don’t kill yourself trying to become someone you think you need to be. You need some rest, for Goddess’s sake. When was the last time you slept through the night? I don’t know why you train every day.” “I need it,” she answered. Those three simple words had contained so much pain. “It has already adapted to my body. I want to be stronger.” Stronger. Like she hadn’t already been the strongest person I knew. Like surviving rejection and heartbreak and everyone’s expectations hadn’t been strength enough.

Now She was tired of saying such random things. I took a deep breath, trying to understand the suffering She was going through. “I know it's hard, but you're not alone. Let me be someone who can accompany you, and help lighten the burden you are carrying." “No need, no need! I'm too fed up. I'm tired, I just want to go home. Please let me be and forget it if I jump from here," She said in a very hoarse voice. Could it be that Her heart felt so very tight?

“I’m so tired of people underestimating me. You think I’m weak because I’m not like you? Try me.” Her confidence faltered when she saw the change in my eyes. I felt it deep in myself—this wasn’t me. But I didn’t care. I was tired. Tired of being underestimated, tired of everyone treating me like I didn’t belong. My fingertips itched to teach her a lesson.

she murmured. Her voice sounded faint. Barely there. “You need to rest,” I told her gently. She smiled weakly. “You always worry.” “I have reason to,” I whispered. She studied my face carefully. Then reached out, touching my cheek. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said softly. That made my throat tighten. “I don’t feel strong.” She smiled faintly. “Strength isn’t about feeling fearless.” “It’s about standing even when you’re afraid.” Her words settled deep inside me.