Lemme try to type this without crying 🤣😭 jk… already crying. For years I heard things like: “We didn’t have to worry about you.” “You always had it handled.” “You’re so strong.” “You’re doing amazing.” “You’re like a machine” On the outside, they sounded like compliments. And I know they were very well-meaning. I was the responsible one. The independent one. The one who figured things out. But what no one saw was what was happening inside my body. Anxiety. Hyper-vigilance. Constant pressure to hold everything together. Burnout loops. When you’re the “strong one,” you learn how to function in survival mode really, really well. Masking becomes second nature.Pushing through is always the plan. You do it so well that people think you’re thriving. Lately, I’ve been learning something I wish I knew years ago: ->You don’t have to live in survival mode to be capable. Your nervous system deserves peace too. ->Your amazing qualities aren’t dismissed because you choose rest, boundari...