Abby Captures

Today I’m giving myself permission to slow down and sit with what I’ve been feeling. Not to push it away, not to force myself into strength, but to simply acknowledge the truth of where I am. There’s a quiet kind of honesty in admitting that I’m tired – tired of waiting, tired of trying, tired of carrying so much without knowing when things will finally shift.

I’ve spent years doing what I thought I was supposed to do: praying, reading, seeking, hoping. And still, life feels heavy and uncertain. Instead of fighting that frustration, I’m letting myself recognize it without judgment. It’s okay to say that I don’t understand why things are unfolding this way. It’s okay to admit that I’m worn down.
I’m also noticing how much pressure I’ve put on myself to be strong and independent all the time. To handle everything alone. To keep moving even when I’m exhausted. Maybe part of this reflection is simply acknowledging that I don’t want to carry everything by myself anymore. That doesn’t make me weak — it makes me human.

I still don’t have answers. I still don’t know how long this season will last or what it’s meant to teach me. But I’m trying to be gentler with myself as I walk through it. I’m trying to accept that feeling lost or overwhelmed doesn’t diminish my worth. These emotions are part of my experience, not a definition of who I am.

If mercy exists, I hope it finds me in a way I can finally feel. If meaning exists, I hope it becomes clearer with time. For now, I’m simply taking a quiet breath and allowing myself to be honest — without pressure, without pretending, without rushing myself to be okay.