Not Weak, Just Tired

 The story of Meera - the girl who made everyone laugh, but never felt seen.

Meera was everyone's favorite entertainer

The mood - lifter of the group. 

The girl whose comebacks were so quick, you'd never guess how slow her nights felt in silence.

She was the one who made everyone laugh until their stomachs hurt.

But no one ever noticed that her heart was the one quietly aching.

Because Meera had mastered something most people never notice:

         Hiding pain behind laughter.

         Covering tears with sarcasm.

          And turning every heartbreak into a harmless joke.

"Meera toh mast rehti hai hamesha."

That's what they said.

Even her parents thought - 

"She's the strong one."

"She's independent."

"She doesn't need much."

And slowly, they stopped asking.

Stopped checking.

Stopped noticing when her smile started to look a little... forced.

What no one knew was - 

Meera didn't feel like anyone's first priority. 

Not her friends - who texted her when hey needed cheering up, but forgot her birthday.

Not her parents - who worried about her brother's job and sister's studies, but said, 

    "Tu toh sambhal legi no."

And she did. She always did.

But sometimes she wanted to scream,

     "Who will handle me when I can't?"

At home, she was the quiet observer,

The one who adjusted when things got tense.

The one who sensed the mood of the room before saying anything.

She knew exactly how to speak so that things wouldn't turn into fights.

Because she had seen enough of those already.

But in learning to keep the peace,

She forgotten what it felt like to be heard.

She made the world laugh, but cried alone.

She was the type to send memes at 2AM - not because she thought they were funny, but because she needed someone to reply

Most nights, no one did.

That's when she realized;

        "I am the background character in everyone's life. The relief. The entertainer.

          But never the main story."

Still, she kept going.

She got up every day, tied her hair, looked in the mirror and said,

       "Let's do it. One more day."

Not because she wasn't tired - But because she was to used to surviving.

But tired doesn't mean weak.

It means you've been strong for too long.

It means you've been giving more than you've receiving.

It means you need a pause, not a breakdown.

Meera didn't want big gestures.

She just wanted someone to notice her silence. 

Someone to say,

        "You don't always have to be okay."

        "You don't always have to be funny."

        "You don't always have to be the strong one."

So if you know a Meera...

The one who jokes the loudest,

Roast the hardest,

Laughs the most...

Please check on her.

And if you are a Meera - Take a deep breath.

You are not invisible.

You are not selfish for wanting attention.

You are not weak for wanting someone to put you first, for once.

You're just tired.

Tired of holding it all in. 

tired of being the emotional dustbin for everyone else.

Tired of being the "strong one" because no one offered you the space to be soft.

But one day — you’ll give yourself that space.

One day — you’ll become the person who puts you first.

And that day is closer than you think.

Until then... rest.

Breathe.

Don't lose your shine.

You are not weak. You are just tired. And that is human.

Sometimes Meera wonders —

       "If I suddenly stop being funny...

        Will anyone stay?"

        "If I tell someone how heavy my heart feels...

         Will they still laugh with me — or walk away awkwardly?"

She's not sure.

But what she is sure of, is this:

She's tired — not just from doing too much, but from being too much for everyone else, and nothing for herself.

She's tired of being treated like a side option when she gives people the energy of a main character.

She's tired of watching people chase those who ignore them — while she, the one who cared silently, is left behind.

She's tired of fighting silently in a war nobody knows she's in.

But still — Meera shows up.

With that same smile.

That same humor.

That same "I'm okay" face.

Because she knows how it feels when someone given up.

And she doesn't want to become the reason someone else feels alone — even if she is.

But just because she carries it well...

Doesn't mean it's not heavy.

Just because she's "strong"...

Doesn't mean she's not silently begging for someone to finally see through her mask.

💛 So this is for every Meera out there:

You are not dramatic.

You are not needy.

You are not selfish for wanting someone to choose you first — for once.

You are not weak.

You are just tired.

But tired hearts still beat.

And one day, yours will beat for you, too.

So, rest. Heal. And come back stronger — not for the world, but for yourself.

 

   

Misunderstood: When They Call You a Lair and Stop Listening

 

There was a time...

A time when she did lie.

Not to hurt anyone.

Not to gain anything big.

But to escape something too heavy to carry as a child.

Sometimes to protect herself, sometimes just to be noticed.

She was young.

She didn't know how to say, "I'm not okay."

So instead, she made up stories — not for drama, but for survival.

Because sometimes, when your voice is too soft for the world to hear, you start screaming in the only way they might notice — even if that scream looks like a lie.

💔When One Lie Becomes Your Entire Identity

Now she's older.

Stronger.

Wiser.

But none of those matters.

Because to them, she's still " the one who lies."

They don't care that it's been years.

They don't care that she's changed.

They don't even care to ask why she lied in the first place.

That one version of her — the scared girl who just wanted someone to ask if she was okay — is now the only version they remember.

Now when she speaks her truth, they roll their eyes.

        "Here she goes again."

        "Drama queen."

        "She just wants attention."

But this time, she's not lying. She hasn't lied in a long time.

In fact, she barely speaks anymore.

Because what's the point of explaining your pain to people who've already made up their minds about you?

👧She Wanted to Be Seen, Not Judged

Back then, all she wanted was to be seen.

Not loved in a special way.

Not praised.

Not given the world.

Just seen. Noticed. Heard.

She was the youngest.

The quiet one.

The one who adjusted the most.

The one who didn't fight, didn't demand.

The one who Smiled when everything inside was breaking.

So, when she finally slipped — when she told a lie just to feel heard — the world didn't ask her what pushed her what pushed her to that point.

They just labeled her.

And that label stuck.

🧠 What They Never understood

She never wanted attention — at least not the kind they accused her of seeking. 

She just wanted someone to say,

       "Tell me everything. I'm here."

But That never happened.

Instead, she learned how to keep everything in.

Every ache. Every worry. Every fear.

And now, when she says things like:

       "I'm not feeling okay."

       "I need a break."

       "I'm trying, but it's hard."

They still laugh.

They still say,

        "You're faking again."

So now she doesn't say much.

She doesn't try to explain herself.

She's tired of begging people to believe she's not pretending.

Because she knows — they're not really listening.

💬A Letter She'II  Never Send 

     “Yes, I lied once.

But I wasn’t lying because I wanted attention.

I lied because I was breaking and no one noticed.

I was carrying more than I could hold.
I was trying to protect myself in the only way I knew how.

And now that I’ve grown, now that I’ve healed, you still don’t see me.

You don’t see how much effort it takes for me to be okay.

You don’t see how hard it is to keep going when no one trusts you anymore.

But I’m still here.
And I’ve stopped lying — but you’ve stopped believing.

And that hurts more than you will ever know.”

 

A Mind Full of Noise, A Mouth Full of Silence

She walks around like everything's fine.

She laughs at jokes. She keeps herself busy.

She tells people she's "doing good."

But inside, her mind is full of noise.

Thoughts racing. Questions haunting.

      "What if I never get that trust back?"

      "Will they ever believe me again?"

      "Am I forever going to be 'the liar' in their story?"

She doesn't cry as much anymore.

Not because it doesn't hurt — but because the tears have learned to stay in.

 Now she writes.

She studies.

She dreams of a life where people don't judge her for who she used to be.

💪Not Attention-Seeking — Just Human

She is not weak.

She is not fake.

She is not looking for a spotlight.

She's human.

She's healing.

She's learning.

And while the world still calls her "the liar", she has stopped trying to fix their opinion.

Be sometimes, the real growth isn't in changing their minds — it's in believing in your own truth, even when no one else does.

🪴A New Chapter Begins

She's not that little girl anymore.

The one who lied just to feel seen.

She's growing. Slowly. Softly. Bravely.

She still has scars.

But now, she picks herself up — not because someone tells her to , but because she wants to keep going

🌟If You've Ever Been Called a Liar Too...

This blog is for you.

For the girl who once lied out of fear but now lives with regret.

For the one who changed but still isn't forgiven.

For the one who speak truth now, but no one listens.

You're not alone

And your truth is still valid — even if no one else believes it yet.

🧷Ending Words:

Let them call you what they want.

Let them remember your past.

But don't let their judgment keep you from becoming your future.

Because you are NOT the lie you once told.

You are the person who is still standing — after everything.

And that, is something real.