You don’t owe the world your highest-functioning self today.

Heyyyy Reader 💖 I used to be the strong one. The reliable one. The one who figured it out. Who stayed late. Who checked in. Who smiled through the overwhelm and said, “I’m good,” even when I was crumbling on the inside. Until one day, I realized... I wasn’t strong. I was stretched. I was silently suffering while everyone kept handing me more to carry. 😭 And what hurt the most Reader? I didn’t know how to stop—because I had no idea who I was without the hustle. Outside of my trauma... who the...