I Wasn’t Lost — I Was Carrying Too Much
Sometimes the heaviest weight isn’t failure or struggle, it’s everything you’re silently carrying alone.
I thought I was broken.
I wasn’t.
I was overloaded.
The Silent Weight
I’ve always been the kind of person who sees ahead.
Ideas connect fast in my head. Patterns form before anyone else notices. I don’t just dream, I structure.
So naturally, I became the one who:
- Carries the vision
- Holds things together
- Explains the plan
- Fixes what breaks
Thinks ten steps ahead so others don’t have to
At some point, I equated this with identity.
If I wasn’t carrying everything, who was I?
I told myself I was being strong.
But what I was really doing was never checking the cost.
I carried silently.
I corrected endlessly.
I explained too much.
And I forgot myself.
The Blind Spot
Here’s the truth I had to face:
I didn’t lack discipline.
I didn’t lack ambition.
I didn’t lack ability.
I lacked self-observation.
I audited systems, people, brands, and futures, but I never audited myself.
I never asked:
- How much am I holding emotionally?
- How much of this is actually mine?
- When did “responsibility” become self-neglect?
I mistook constant motion for progress.
I mistook explaining myself for leadership.
I mistook endurance for growth.
That blind spot cost me clarity.