05/27/2026
I keep thinking about the women who are holding a lot… and still somehow keep moving through life like it’s manageable.
The ones people rely on without even thinking about it.
The ones who don’t always get asked how they are doing because it’s assumed they’re okay.
I know that role.
I’ve lived there.
And what I notice is… exhaustion doesn’t always look like falling apart.
Sometimes it looks like staying functional.
Staying consistent.
Staying needed.
Even when something inside feels a little far away.
A little quiet.
A little tired in a way you keep pushing through because that’s what you know how to do.
I don’t think it’s dramatic. I think it’s common.
Especially for women who learned early how to hold things together.
I keep coming back to this question…
what would it feel like to notice the tiredness earlier, without having to disappear or collapse to justify it.
Not to fix anything.
Just to acknowledge it sooner than we usually do.
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