The Weight of Caring Too Much

 

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The Weight of Caring Too Much

Sometimes, I live as if every day were my last. Not in a reckless way, but with urgency and purpose. I like things done as soon as possible, maybe because my mother always told me, “Don’t leave for tomorrow what you can do today.”

That lesson stuck. I take pride in everything I do, even minor tasks that might seem insignificant to others. But the truth is, I care too much. I care about people’s time, support others, and show up when it matters.

Yet, I don’t always feel that energy reciprocated. In a world where technology has made us more connected than ever, I’m still baffled by how disconnected people can be. Social media, computers, and the digital world aren’t for everyone. But when I reach out for support in this space and ask for engagement or help, I often hit a wall.

Don’t get me wrong—I am deeply grateful for those who make an effort, show up, and take a moment to support what I do. I acknowledge that we all have packed schedules and that life pulls us in many directions. But why do I always find time for everything and everyone while others seem to struggle with the same?

I know not everyone is like me. I can sometimes be intense, too much. I move fast, think fast, and act fast—sometimes, I don’t even know how I keep up with myself. But I can’t help it; this is who I am. I juggle many roles—writer, nurse practitioner, mother, wife, creator. I cook, I dance, I sing, I write. I pour my heart into everything I do.

Maybe my intensity isn’t for everyone. But if there’s one thing I won’t apologize for, it’s caring deeply. Because in a world that often feels indifferent, I’d rather be someone who cares too much than doesn’t care at all.