There’s a quiet ache many of us carry – the feeling of being stretched so thin, we no longer remember what it feels like to simply be ourselves.
You wake up, take care of what’s expected, move from task to task, hold space for everyone around you…but somewhere along the way, you lose touch with your own center.
It’s not always loud.
Sometimes it’s just a whisper”
“When was the last time I asked myself how I was really doing?”
The Invisible Load
Women often carry an invisible weight. It’s emotional labor, unspoken expectations, that need to appear strong when you’re feeling anything but. You hold so much for others – your family, your work, your friends, your community.
And while that strength is beautiful, it can also be exhausting.
Eventually, something gives. Not all at once, but slowly:
You stop checking in with yourself.
You stop doing things that light you up.
You forget how to breathe deeply.
You forget that you’re more than what you do for others.
The Gentle Art of Returning
Coming back to yourself isn’t a dramatic act. It’s a series of small, sacred choices:
- Choosing silence over scrolling
- Saying no without guilt
- Letting yourself cry, even if nothing feels “wrong”
- Stepping outside just to feel the air on your skin
- Journaling a few unfiltered words, just for you
You don’t have to reinvent your life. You don’t have to run away or start over.
You just have to return – to the parts of you that are asking to be seen again.
You Are Worthy of Your Own Attention
Not just when everything’s calm.
Not just when everyone else is okay.
Now.
In this moment.
In your mess, in your beauty, in your in-between.
You are worthy of your own love and your own care.
You don’t have to earn it.
A Thought to Carry With You
You can’t lose yourself forever.
Eventually, something will call you home.
Sometimes it’s exhaustion. Sometimes it’s a quiet morning.
Sometimes, it’s a blog post like this – written by someone who’s learning the same lesson, right alongside you.
So here’s your reminder:
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to feel.
You are allowed to come home to yourself.
One moment at a time.
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