Some days, sleep doesn’t touch the tired.
Not even a full night, not even slow mornings.
Because the kind of tired you’re carrying isn’t just physical—
it’s emotional.
It’s spiritual.
It’s the weight of holding things together for too long.
Maybe you’ve been showing up for everyone but yourself.
Maybe your nervous system is worn thin from years of survival mode.
Maybe you’re grieving something that hasn’t been named yet.
Whatever it is, I want you to know this:
You don’t need to earn your rest.
You don’t need to justify your exhaustion.
You don’t have to explain why you’re feeling so much.
This is your permission to slow all the way down.
Let the laundry wait.
Let the inbox sit.
Let the world turn without your constant vigilance.
Instead, today might be about:
- Washing your face with warm water and nothing else.
- Sitting in silence without solving anything.
- Drinking tea slowly, like it’s medicine.
- Letting your body choose what it needs.
- Saying “no” with softness and certainty.
This is what healing can look like, too.
Not the big declaration.
Not the transformation people post about.
But the quiet return to yourself.
The choosing of peace over performance.
The radical act of listening inward.
You are not lazy. You are not broken. You are not behind.
You are in a season of restoration.
And even if no one claps for that, it is holy work.
Taking a Moment:
Whisper this to yourself while placing your hand on your chest:
“I am allowed to be gentle with myself. Especially today.”
Say it again until your body believes it.
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