Heavy

Someone casually asked me “How are you?” and the first response that came to me wasn’t words. It was this image.

This is literally how I feel.

Tired. A bit run down. Low energy. Emotionally full in a way that feels heavy, not expressive. Just like this plastic bag with water sitting at the bottom. Not overflowing, not spilling over, just heavy where it collects.

It’s a strange thing, a plastic bag holding water. It wasn’t built for that. But it’s doing it anyway. You can see the strain in how it shape-shifts. The way it stretches itself to hold the weight.

Hard to ignore but not broken. Not leaking. Not even overwhelming in a dramatic way. Just accumulated. Effort that has nowhere to go…yet.

And the thing about carrying something like this. You have to keep it upright. You can’t relax your grip. You can’t set it down without consequence. So you hold it. Carefully.

So the next time you ask, “How are you?” make sure you actually want the answer.

And then make space for what comes. Because sometimes the answer isn’t simple or even that deep.

It’s just heavy.