Rest doesn’t always look like a weekend away or a candlelit dinner.

Sometimes it’s quieter:

— A pause

— A glance

— A hand that loosens its grip on the rope

— A quiet “How are you really?”

And the brave space to answer honestly.

The mental load of motherhood is heavy for anyone, but I wasn’t just overwhelmed—I was consumed.

I wasn’t forgetting tasks; I was hypervigilant, scanning for anything that might be wrong. Every minor cry, every change in behavior sent me spiraling into a mental maze of worst-case scenarios. I constantly questioned if I was doing enough, doing it right, or missing something critical.