Hey,
I know you're tired.
Not just sleep tired,
Soul tired.
The kind of tired that a nap can't fix.
The kind of tired that comes from giving and giving and giving until you looked up one day and couldn't remember the last time anyone Someone asked how you were doing.
Amentha,
I see you.
You are not lazy.
You are not weak.
You are not falling apart.
You are a woman who has been running on empty for so long that empty started to feel normal,
But it was never supposed to be normal.
Somewhere underneath all of that exhaustion,
Underneath the roles,
The responsibilities,
The version of you that everyone else needs,
There is a woman who remembers what it felt like to be alive she is still there i promise you she is still there you didn't lose her you just buried her under everything else and she is waiting patient as water quiet as a seed in winter waiting for you to remember that you matter too Not after everyone else.
Not when things slow down.
Not when you've earned it.
Now.
You matter right now.
You are allowed to stop.
Not forever,
Just long enough to breathe.
Just long enough to ask yourself,
What do I actually need to do?
Today and then this is the hard part give it to yourself without guilt without explaining it to anyone without shrinking it down so it takes up less space you are not a machine you are not a resource you are not here to be consumed you are a woman complex,
Worthy of the same love you pour out so freely unto everyone else.
Come back to yourself.
You don't have to figure it all out today.
You just have to take one step back toward yourself.
One breath,
One boundary,
One moment of choosing you.
That's it.
That's how you come home.
I see you,
Soft heart.
I feel everything you're carrying,
And I want you to know you are not lost.
You are just resting before your next becoming and I will be right here when you are ready.
You are healed.
You are enough.
Welcome home.