For the Tired Woman

      One of the saddest things you can see is a woman slowly losing her light. Not because her life has become difficult, but because she has given her love to the wrong man. A man who did not value her. Who did not respect her presence, but instead drained her emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

      Do you see me? Do you remember how radiant I used to be? How I glowed without even trying? How I dressed with taste, how my smile came naturally, how I walked with confidence? There was a spark in my eyes, there was an ease in my gait. I radiated joy.

      And now I am tired. Not just physically, I am tired in my soul. My energy has gone. My clothes are no longer the same. My hair is not arranged as before. My makeup bag is untouched. My voice has become quieter, but not from peace. My smile is no longer there.

      You are the kind of man who doesn't hit, yell, or verbally abuse me. But you kill me from the inside. With neglect, manipulation, emotional absence, and disrespect. You took and took from me until I forgot who I was, just so there could be peace between us.

      And the worst part? I stay with you because I love you. Because I believe you will change. Because I have invested too much in our relationship. Because I am afraid to start over. Because you have broken me so subtly.

      But no real man will extinguish the light of the woman he loves. No real love will deprive me of my joy, peace, and essence. Love should be like a refuge, not a survival. I know it's not easy. I know it's not just a question of "leaving." There are traumas, there are fears, there are years of damage that keep me with you.

      But I hope I remember who I am. To remember the woman I was before you tried to convince me I didn't deserve this. To find the strength to choose myself. To walk away. To heal. And then I will shine again. I will laugh again. I will look in the mirror and see myself again. And I will never let anyone put out my light again. Because I deserve a love that restores me, not one that slowly erases me.

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