💔 On the outside, it looks like you’ve got it all together. But behind closed doors? You’re exhausted by 2pm and crying in the shower when shit hits the fan. You want to be the mum and woman who leads her family with playfulness and energy… But instead, you’re a chronic people pleaser saying yes to everyone - Your kids. Your partner. Your mother in law. All at the expense of your own health. Now here you are: Burnt the fuck out. Resentful. Barely holding it together.

💔 You save health tips off Instagram because you want to be that sexy, energised, hot AF MILF… But you never actually follow through. You start strong on Monday—by Thursday, it’s all gone to shit. And why? Because your nervous system is maxed the fuck out. You don’t have the capacity to stick to routines that were never designed for your life.

💔 You laugh at the hot mess mum memes because they validate the fact that you’re one of those exhausted mums who lets herself come last… You wear the mum bun and baggy clothes because they’re “comfy” - But the truth? You feel uncomfortable in your skin, hate your clothes, avoid the mirror, and can’t even imagine what it feels like to put yourself first. You’re not just tired from sleepless nights, you’re tired from filling up everyone else’s cup all fucking day long but your own.

💔 You are exhausted but you are still doing everything—the cleaning, the cooking, trying to “stay healthy.” And when you finally ask for help, you micromanage the shit out of it. … So instead you say “It’s just easier if I do it myself” and then resent the fact that no one helps and it's the reason you are still so tired.. But in reality if we go deep, you like to keep busy and ‘do it all’ because that's the only thing that makes you feel worthy, useful, better than everyone else and feel guilty if you rest.

💔You read the gentle conscious parenting books because you want to give your kids everything. But one second you’re zen and calm, the next you’re losing your shit over a spilled drink, wondering where the rage came from. Wanna know why? Because it’s coming from a body and brain that’s been in survival mode for wayy too long.

💔 You say you want to set a healthy example for your kids so they grow up loving themselves and their bodies—but let’s be honest… You’re pushing through workouts trying to lose the weight, but your body is running on fumes. That’s why you’re still exhausted. You’re depleted, eating out of convenience instead of love for your own body. You’re training to keep up with Karen down the road, not to feel strong, healthy, and alive in your skin. You say it’s for them—but what you’re really doing is punishing your body, ignoring your needs, and calling it “healthy.”

💔 You refuse to be the burnt out mum with a dead relationship… But you’re dangerously close. You crave connection, support, intimacy - But instead, you’re stuck in logistics land: Schedules, dinners, nappies, laundry, to do lists. You and your partner feel like flatmates, passing each other like ships in the night. You say, “He should just know”- but shock horror mama, he aint a fucking mind reader. You’re stuck in your masculine—controlling, organising, doing it all— And there’s no room left to receive, to soften, to actually be with him.