Published 06/11/25 9.10 am You finally get a break. The house is quiet. The list is done. You should be able to relax… but your mind won’t stop. You sit down — and suddenly, you remember ten things you forgot. You scroll. You overthink. You tidy. You plan. And before you know it, your “me time” is gone. Sound familiar? If you’ve ever said, “I don’t even know how to relax anymore,” — you’re not alone. It’s not that you don’t want rest. It’s that your body doesn’t know what safety feels like...

What happens when a woman’s love is measured by how much she can give? Not just emotionally — but financially. Not just with care — but with her capacity to provide. This is the quiet story of so many daughters, sisters, partners, and mothers… Women who learned early on that love isn’t something you receive for just being who you are — It’s something you have to earn. Through doing. Through rescuing. Through giving more than you have. Somewhere along the way, money became the proof of love.

I didn’t leave in a storm. I didn’t scream, rage, or run. I just stopped pretending. Pretending that I was fine. Pretending that doing what was expected was enough. Pretending that I was fulfilled — when deep down, I was quietly fading. There was no big breakdown. Just a slow, silent truth I could no longer ignore: This life… doesn’t feel like mine anymore. This blog is written for the woman who’s been holding it all together — doing everything “right” being the strong one, the capable one,