Yes. I do.
I do deserve a comfortable life. Not a perfect one. Not a luxurious one.
But a safe, steady, held one.
A life where I don’t always have to brace myself. Where my body can unclench.
Where I don’t always have to be the one holding the roof up.

• I need rest. Not just sleep. I need the kind of rest that makes my nervous system stop buzzing.
• I need help. I need someone else to carry some of this. I can’t do it alone anymore.
• I need safety. Financial, emotional, physical. A space where I don’t have to be in constant alert.
• I need space. A pocket of time, or a corner of a room, where no one needs anything from me.
• I need to be seen. Not just as “the strong one,” or “the provider,” but as a human being with limits.
• I need hope. A flicker of light at the end of this tunnel, even if it’s small.

Karin Sabrina