24/08/2026
Yesterday morning I Nearly Stayed in Bed!
Yesterday morning began with my body saying ‘no’ long before my mind had even caught up.
I woke up, but I didn’t want to wake up. I was tired in that deep, heavy way where even moving feels like too much. I could hear the familiar sounds of my children moving through the kitchen and hallways, beginning their day while I lay there still, curled beneath the covers.
I rolled over and buried my head under the doona.
“Just 10 more minutes,” I told myself.
Then another 10.
Then another five.
Eventually, I got up — not because I suddenly felt energised or inspired, but because the day was waiting, as it always does.
There was a meeting for the mental-health professional group at 9am. It was already 7:30am, and the thought of getting myself and the children organised felt enormous. My first honest thought was, ‘No. I can’t go today, I don’t think I’ll go today’.
As I moved through the morning routine — getting the children ready, jumping in the shower, trying to gather myself together — all I could think about was going straight back to bed once the school drop-off was done.
But somewhere between putting on clothes, packing up the final school things, and walking out the door, something shifted.
Not dramatically. Not with fireworks or a sudden rush of motivation.
Just a small inner whisper saying, ‘Go anyway.’
So I did.
Somehow, I made it there early — earlier than the rest of the group, actually, which surprised me ! I was one of the first in the building, and before I knew it, I was rearranging the furniture and items to create a space that was more open, and more welcoming for the group.
When our coordinator arrived, she looked surprised to see me.
“I nearly didn’t come,” I admitted.
And that was the truth. I had come so close to choosing the comfort of my bed over connection. So close to convincing myself that I didn’t have enough energy to give.
As the other women began to arrive, I realised I wasn’t alone in how I felt. There was a shared heaviness in the room. Low energy. The quiet weight that women — especially women who hold space for everyone else — can carry without ever really naming.
Then we began a creative activity.
And little by little, the energy changed.
There was laughter. Conversation. A sense of playfulness and release. The room softened as we did. We connected, created, and remembered that sometimes we do not need to have everything together before we walk into a space. Sometimes we simply need to arrive.
By the end of the morning, I felt lighter.
I felt encouraged.
I felt like myself again.
It was exactly what I needed, even though I didn’t know it when I was lying beneath the covers trying to bargain for another five minutes of sleep.
When I arrived home, I had a productive day — mostly admin, the quiet behind-the-scenes work that keeps life and business moving. But I got it done. More than that, I did it with a clearer mind and a fuller heart.
Today reminded me that exhaustion can be real, and rest is important. But sometimes, when we are feeling flat, isolated, or depleted, the thing we most want to avoid can be the very thing that brings us back to life.
Sometimes we don’t need to feel ready.
Sometimes we just need to show up.
If you’re having trouble showing up today, Hollow to Whole have a range of services available to get you going again.
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