For a long time, I lived as if my worth was measured by how much I could give away.

I said yes to everyone—because if I didn’t, what would they think?
That I wasn’t dependable?
That I wasn’t loving enough?
That I wasn’t “good” at this whole motherhood/wife/friend/human thing?…

For the moms who are tired of being “fine.”

It usually starts quietly.

You tell yourself you’re just tired, that everyone feels this way, that if you could just get through this week, you’d feel better. But weeks turn into months, and the exhaustion doesn’t fade—it settles in…

Because sometimes the hardest thing to do is nothing.

You finally sit down. For five seconds.
Then your brain whispers: You should be folding laundry.
Or answering texts. Or planning dinner. Or wiping something…

No one hands you a contract for it.
No one announces when you’ve been promoted.
But somehow, somewhere along the way—you became the default parent.

The one who:

• Remembers the dentist appointments

• Knows the shoe sizes…..

It wasn’t one big dramatic breakdown.
It wasn’t even me yelling at my kids over something small (though I’d done that more often than I’d like to admit).

It was an ordinary Tuesday morning.
And it was the day I realized I had nothing left to give…