I’m Tired

And That’s where my healing began

I’m tired.

Not the kind of tired that rest or the spa can fix, but the kind that comes from carrying emotional weight for far too long.

In my journey to live intentionally this year, I’ve come to understand that healing requires more than strength; it requires honesty. I’ve realized that I must be vulnerable and transparent about where I am in this process. And right now, the truth is simple: I’m tired.

I’m tired of people expecting the old version of me, the one who let things slide just to keep the peace. The one who silenced her pain so others could remain comfortable. The one who believed love meant endurance without reciprocity.

I’m tired of people refusing to take accountability for the hurt they caused, yet expecting me to return to business as usual. I’m tired of maintaining connections where effort was optional, where I showed up fully while my needs went unmet. 

I’m tired of people mistaking my silence for acceptance, when in truth, silence was simply me choosing wisdom over exhaustion.

Scripture reminds us, “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it” (Proverbs 4:23). Guarding my heart meant learning when to speak, when to step back, and when to walk away.

I’m tired of being expected to remain available for others when love, respect, and trust have already left the room. 

I’m tired of being asked to stay where God has clearly shown me it is no longer safe or fruitful. “Do not be misled: Bad company corrupts good character” (1 Corinthians 15:33). Distance isn’t bitterness — it’s obedience.

The truth is, the old me, the one who needed validation, approval, or permission is no longer here. I’ve done the work in therapy. I’ve sat with God in uncomfortable places. I’ve allowed Him to expose wounds, heal trauma, and rebuild me from the inside out. I’ve recognized my worth. I no longer question what I feel. I know who I am and what I bring to the table.

And that confidence didn’t come from pride, it came from surrender.

“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:19). God didn’t heal me so I could keep bleeding for people who refuse to grow. He healed me so I could walk in freedom.

So, if you’re experiencing the new me, welcome to my healing. You’re welcome to stay and honor this version of me or you’re free to leave. Either way, I’m at peace. I’ve evolved. I’m healing. And I’m learning to love this side of self-empowerment that God Himself nurtured.

This isn’t hardness - it’s wholeness.

This isn’t rebellion - it’s restoration.

This isn’t selfish - it’s stewardship of the life God entrusted to me.

“He restores my soul; He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake” (Psalm 23:3).

A Prayer for the Weary and Healing Heart

Father God,

You see the exhaustion behind our smiles and the honesty it takes to admit when we are tired. Thank You for meeting us right where we are not where we pretend to be. Help us to walk intentionally, even when our strength feels low, and to trust that vulnerability is not weakness but a doorway to Your grace.

Teach us to guard our hearts without closing them, to love without losing ourselves, and to walk away without bitterness. Remind us that healing is holy and boundaries are biblical. Give us peace when we choose obedience over people-pleasing and courage when letting go feels lonely.

We trust the new thing You are doing in us. Continue to restore, renew, and reclaim every part of our identity in You.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen