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The Weight You Weren't Meant to Carry
This is a book for the ones who always held it together. The ones who made themselves small for love, who stayed in rooms where they were unseen, and who kept carrying burdens that were never theirs to begin with. Each chapter is a mirror - a quiet reckoning with the ways you've been stretched, silenced, and softened beyond recognition. It doesn't give you steps. It doesn't tell you to fix yourself.
It invites you to sit with the parts you've abandoned, to grieve the loyalty that went unreciprocated, and to finally come home to yourself. This isn't a self-help book. It's a soft confrontation. A permission slip. A letter to the version of you who kept going even when no one clapped. And maybe, if you're ready, it's a way to finally put some of that weight down.
It invites you to sit with the parts you've abandoned, to grieve the loyalty that went unreciprocated, and to finally come home to yourself. This isn't a self-help book. It's a soft confrontation. A permission slip. A letter to the version of you who kept going even when no one clapped. And maybe, if you're ready, it's a way to finally put some of that weight down.
This is a book for the ones who always held it together. The ones who made themselves small for love, who stayed in rooms where they were unseen, and who kept carrying burdens that were never theirs to begin with. Each chapter is a mirror - a quiet reckoning with the ways you've been stretched, silenced, and softened beyond recognition. It doesn't give you steps. It doesn't tell you to fix yourself.
It invites you to sit with the parts you've abandoned, to grieve the loyalty that went unreciprocated, and to finally come home to yourself. This isn't a self-help book. It's a soft confrontation. A permission slip. A letter to the version of you who kept going even when no one clapped. And maybe, if you're ready, it's a way to finally put some of that weight down.
It invites you to sit with the parts you've abandoned, to grieve the loyalty that went unreciprocated, and to finally come home to yourself. This isn't a self-help book. It's a soft confrontation. A permission slip. A letter to the version of you who kept going even when no one clapped. And maybe, if you're ready, it's a way to finally put some of that weight down.
