I never expected to feel so heavy during what should have been one of the most joyful seasons of my life — with a toddler tugging at my leg and a newborn in my arms, I was drowning in sadness I couldn’t name. The guilt that followed only deepened the ache. Wasn’t this supposed to be beautiful?
It took hitting a wall to realize I couldn’t keep living on empty. That moment of desperation became my turning point — not just toward healing, but toward understanding that self-care
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