The Weight No One Sees - by Abbas

Hi Soul Anchor 🕊️ I’ve felt the nudge to share this for a long time. I kept postponing it, maybe because saying it out loud would make it too real. But here I am now.Often, I walk past people, especially those who seem genuinely happy, and I catch myself wondering how they do it. Do they not struggle? Do they not carry heavy things too? And then I remember how people say I smile a lot. Funny thing is, those closest to me know that my smile is not always proof of ease.The truth is, the behind-the-scenes is brutal. It is slow, draining, and sometimes unbearably quiet. It’s the place where strength is forged, not announced. And most people don’t talk about it because pain looks better when it’s private, or because they fear being misunderstood if they do.There are days I doubt my writing, even though it has been part of me since primary school. Days when the very thing God placed in my hands feels too small, too fragile, too insignificant to matter. There are days I feel invisible, like I could disappear and the world would keep moving without noticing. Days when I silently wait for a helping hand, only to realize none is coming, and the enemy takes advantage of that moment to whisper that I am alone, forgotten, undeserving of love or attention.There are days when all I need is gentleness, but life responds with sharp words instead. Words that land so deeply they linger long after the voice is gone. There are days I look around and see love expressed so freely in others, and my heart aches, not out of envy, but longing. A longing to be chosen genuinely, intentionally. And then reality taps me on the shoulder and reminds me just how alone I am in that regard.There are days I scroll through social media and question my own journey. I watch people thrive, bloom, accelerate, and I wonder where my own years have gone. I ask myself hard questions. Painful ones. Questions that don’t always have answers. There are nights I cry myself to sleep, not because I am weak, but because holding it all in has become too heavy. And when people tell me, “You look like a strong woman,” I smile, knowing fully well that if God were not sustaining me daily, strength would have left me a long time ago.This is the part people don’t see. No one truly has it all figured out. What we present to the world is usually the polished outcome, not the process that nearly broke us. The behind-the-scenes is messy, sacred, and raw. It’s where faith is tested, where resilience is born, and where survival becomes a daily decision.If no one celebrates you, learn to honour yourself. Not many people can endure the unseen battles and still remain faithful, still remain grounded in Christ. Some experiences are enough to unravel the natural man. Truly.Thank God for salvation. Thank God for grace that sustains when motivation fails. Thank God for the quiet renewal of strength, strength we don’t even realize we’re receiving. When you pause and think deeply about it, you’ll realize that remaining sane in a world like this is itself a miracle.I’m rooting for you to keep going. But more importantly, Jesus is rooting even harder for you, interceding, sustaining, carrying you through the parts no one applauds.I remain,Abbas_Comforted

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