Sometimes, all we truly need is a shoulder—not for the weight of the world, but for the weight in our hearts. A place to lean, to let the storm inside us spill, to hear the simple words: It’s going to be okay.

But is it?

We all have our breaking points. That one fragile place, buried deep, that when touched—when pressed too hard—we shatter. And in that moment, strength is nothing but an illusion.

No one is unbreakable. Even the strongest souls, the ones who laugh the loudest, who carry others without complaint—they, too, have nights where they crumble. They, too, have unseen corners where they sit in silence, tears slipping into the void, with or without a comforting voice.

Strength isn’t the absence of weakness. It’s knowing when to stand tall and when to allow yourself to fall, even if no one is there to catch you.