The Heavy Cape

Dear Delyara, I’m so tired of being "the strong one." Everyone comes to me with their problems because I’m the one who "always has it figured out." But tonight, my cape feels like it’s made of lead. I’m sitting in my car in the driveway because I don't have the energy to go inside and be "perfect" for one more hour. I just want someone to look at me and realize that I’m drowning, too. I’m putting the cape down here. Tonight, I just want to be allowed to be weak.