She’s not alone.

That’s the part no one sees.

She has people.
A full life.
A calendar that says she matters.

And still—

she’s the one remembering everything.

Holding everything.
Smoothing everything.

Even in spaces that are supposed to support her.

It’s subtle.

She doesn’t complain about it.
She’s good at it.

Everyone just got used to her being the one
who keeps everything together.

And now?

She doesn’t even know how to not do it.

If this feels a little too familiar…