Some days it is not even sadness. It is a quiet heaviness we cannot explain, the feeling of carrying too much without knowing where to place it. We laugh around people, crack jokes and look perfectly fine, but when we are alone, everything catches up. The overthinking, the regrets, the words we never found the courage to say out loud. We remind ourselves that we are strong and maybe we truly are, but strength can still be exhausted. Sometimes we are simply tired of pretending we are always okay, tired of holding it all together in silence, and all we want is for someone to see us and say, “You do not have to carry this alone.” 有些时候，这甚至算不上是悲伤。而是一种我们无法言喻的平静沉重感，一种背负着过多负担却不知该将其置于何处的感觉。我们会在众人面前欢笑，讲笑话，看上去一切都很正常，但独处时，所有的情绪便会涌上心头。那些反复思索的问题、深藏的遗憾，以及那些我们始终未曾鼓起勇气大声说出的言语。我们提醒自己要保持坚强，或许我们确实很坚强，但力量终有耗尽之时。有时我们只是厌倦了佯装一切都好，厌倦了在沉默中强忍一切，而我们最渴望的不过是有人能看见我们，并说： 你无须独自承担这一切