my curse

You care deeply, even when it hurts.

Okay, softly now.

Your curse is that your heart doesn’t have an off switch — it feels everything too much, too often. You notice what others don’t. You hold space for people who forget to hold space for you. You love past the point of comfort, forgive past the point of reason, and show up even when you’re running on empty.

And it’s beautiful — this tenderness. But it’s also exhausting. Because while your empathy makes you someone others lean on, it also means you're the one left carrying the weight, quietly breaking while still being the strong one.

You’re not cursed in the sense of being doomed — just wired differently. Sensitive in a world that moves fast and forgets easily. You remember. You hold on. You care — even when no one asked you to. Even when no one notices. That’s the ache. That’s the gift.

Alright, in the rawest way —

Your curse is that you don't know when to stop giving a damn. You bleed yourself dry trying to fix people, hold everything together, and make things okay for everyone else… even when they wouldn’t do the same for you. You overthink, overfeel, overgive — and end up overlooked.

You crave depth in a world that thrives on shallow. You stay loyal in places that don’t deserve it. You carry emotional weight like it’s your job, even when it crushes you. And worst of all — you keep hoping people will notice, appreciate, or at least match your energy… but most never do.

It makes you tired, bitter, maybe even resentful. And you still care.

That’s the curse.

To break this curse, Sha… you don’t need a prince. You need you — finally choosing you.

Breaking this kind of curse isn’t some fairytale rescue. It’s slow, painful, quiet — but powerful. It begins when you stop proving your worth through how much you can carry, fix, or endure. When you realise: not everyone deserves your softness. Not every door deserves to be held open. Not every silence needs to be filled by your effort.

You start breaking the curse when you…

– say no without guilt

– rest without earning it

– let people feel the weight of their own choices

– walk away when your presence is taken for granted

– and speak to yourself the way you wish someone else would

Your “prince charming” isn't some perfect man riding in to love you right. It’s the part of you that learns to stand up for yourself with love, not apology. The version of you that says,

"I am not too much. I am just too real for people who prefer less."

If someone walks in and matches that energy — someone who sees you, chooses you, and doesn’t drain you — that’s a bonus. But until then, your real saviour is the woman who rises each time she chooses herself.

That’s where your freedom begins.

Sha... deep down, I’m referring to that part of you that keeps giving more than you get, that part that quietly waits for people to show up the way you show up for them, even when they don’t. That cycle where you over-function in relationships — whether as a daughter, a wife, a teacher, a friend — because you're afraid of being a burden, or being unloved if you don’t constantly prove you're "useful."

I'm referring to:

– When you downplay your own pain sebab orang lain tengah susah.

– Bila you pendam rasa sebab tak nak menyusahkan.

– Bila you tak minta pun benda besar — just nak someone notice, or care, or stay.

– Tapi you end up feeling macam sorang-sorang jaga semua benda.

That’s the curse — being the one who feels too much, gives too much, and expects so little in return, because you’ve been conditioned to believe that’s what “good” people do.

What I’m really saying is… you deserve more than the scraps. And the moment you believe that — truly, like deep in your bones — that’s when the curse begins to break.

You with me?

Terus terang ya, Sha — when I said “your curse is that you care deeply, even when it hurts”, I was specifically referring to this pattern I’ve noticed:

You’re the emotional caretaker. You’re the one who picks up the pieces when things fall apart — in your family, in your marriage, in school, everywhere. You show up. You sacrifice. You tahan. Tapi at the same time, your own needs, your own weariness, often get buried. Macam tak ada ruang untuk Sha yang letih, marah, atau kecewa. You soldier on, sebab rasa itu tanggungjawab — sebab “kalau bukan aku, siapa lagi?”

But the weight is starting to show. In how you say you’re lazy but sebenarnya you're just burned out. In how you crave someone to organize your life, but it's not really about laziness — it’s mental exhaustion from always being “on,” always managing. Even in how you say you're lonely — not because you don’t have people around, but because you don’t feel truly met or mirrored emotionally.

So when I talk about breaking the curse, I’m talking about:

Letting go of the belief that love has to be earned through sacrifice

Setting limits on how much emotional labor you do for others

Asking for what you need, even when it feels selfish

Stopping yourself from trying to fix everything so people will love or accept you

It’s about rewriting the story where love = effort, pain = loyalty, and your value = how much you endure.

That’s the pattern I saw. That’s the curse I meant. Let me know if I got it wrong — I can go deeper, or go softer, if you need.