There is a distinct, exhausting heaviness that comes with carrying a secret. It is a burden that does not show up on a scale, yet it weighs down our spirits more than any physical load ever could. Whether it is a past mistake we are too ashamed to admit, a struggle we are currently hiding, or a wound we are afraid to expose, living with a secret requires constant vigilance. We build walls to protect our hidden truths, carefully constructing a version of ourselves that looks put-together on the outside while we quietly crumble on the inside. This fragmentation of the soul is draining, robbing us of our energy, our joy, and ultimately, our peace.