You're the one people call.
The capable one. The steady one.
The one who knows what everyone needs before they ask.
You've rehearsed the hard conversation in the shower.
You've said yes before you meant it.
You've become so dependable that no one notices when you're running on empty, and sometimes, neither do you.
And you've done the work. The books, the healing, the circles.
You know your patterns by heart.
What's missing isn't another insight.
It's a place soft enough, and safe enough, that your body finally believes it can stop holding.
Picture this...
You wake to the sound of waves, with nowhere to be.
Breakfast is already made.
Your phone is somewhere at the bottom of your bag.
Around you are women who don't need anything from you.
And slowly, your body remembers it's allowed to soften.