@eileen1

I used to equate rest with laziness — like if I wasn’t grinding, I was falling behind. Burnout hit hard: headaches, irritability, zero motivation. My body forced the pause before my mind would allow it. At first, guilt screamed louder than exhaustion. “You’re wasting time,” it’d whisper while I lay on the couch. But slowly, I noticed something — when I actually rested, even for 20 minutes without scrolling or planning, I came back clearer, kinder, more focused. So I started scheduling rest like a meeting. No apologies. No justifications. Just me, quiet, letting my nervous system reset. The guilt didn’t vanish overnight. Some days it still shows up. But now I recognize it as an old habit, not truth. Rest isn’t earned. It’s required. And honoring that doesn’t make me weak — it makes everything else sustainable.

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