They say, "You're so strong" and I nod. Because it's easier than telling them the truth. They don't see how most of my day is just me trying to convince myself not to give up on everything. I move through the world like I'm fine, smiling, functioning, existing, while inside I'm fighting battles I don't have the energy to explain. People think I'm resilient, unbreakable. But really, I'm tired, exhausted. I don't say it out loud, because strength isn't supposed to struggle. But mine does, every single day.