People think I'm good at caring. And maybe I am. I remember birthdays, check in, listen, hold others up when they're falling apart. But somewhere along the way, I stopped doing that for me. I tell everyone to rest, to take breaks, to be gentle with themselves, then I stay up late, overthinking, running on empty. I call it being strong, but really, it's just being tired. I don't expect anyone to notice anymore, but a part of me still hopes they might. Because sometimes, even the ones who care forget that we need care too.