You don’t have to be desperate to ask for help. You can be mildly aware of that internal voice - the one that says, “I’m on the brink here… I’m in the realm of not ok” - and that is enough, mama. It’s enough to warrant asking. It might go against familiar narratives of your story telling you to just do it on your own. But. It’s enough. It. Is. Enough. Say it as a mantra, mama.

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And we, here, barter in the currency of luxuries, joys, playfulness.

So.

Sit still. Breathe deep.

What kind of magic did you once believe in?

You were made for more than resentment and exhaustion.
So much more.

What if the parts you’ve discarded—the ones you’ve called extra, childish, frivolous—are the parts we’re all aching for?
What if your love of drawing, or dancing, or poetry, or baking, or baseball, or magic—is not silly, but sacred?