I want to tell you something that happened this week. It was not dramatic. It was not inspirational. It was just honest.
I snapped. I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and stretched past what my system could handle. I thought I was managing it. I thought I could keep pushing for a little longer.
Then my child looked at me and said, I do not think you are ever happy. And it hit me like a ton of bricks.
In that moment I realized how long I had been pushing myself. How much tension I had been carrying. How far away I had drifted from being fully present with my kids.
It broke something open in me. I cried. I needed rest. I finally admitted to myself that my body had been asking me to stop for weeks and I kept ignoring it.
When I told my family I needed to pull back and rest, they showed up. My husband took care of our sick baby. My eight year old brought me breakfast in bed. It felt strange to let myself be taken care of, but it also felt like relief.
The sweet breakfast he made me completed with a dolphin banana swimming in apple slices.
As I lay there recovering, something became clear. Support like this did not used to be normal. Support still feels foreign to me sometimes. I used to either suffer silently or over explain myself to everyone around me. Learning to say I need help has been one of the hardest things I have ever practiced.
So I am wondering about you.
Have you ever reached a point where you realized you were pushing yourself way past your capacity? Have you ever had someone say something honest that made you see yourself differently? What helps you come back to yourself when you have gone too far?
If you feel comfortable replying, I would truly love to hear. This is not about judgment. Just real life. Just the moments where our bodies tell the truth before we do.
We aren't meant to go through life alone. Kimberlie