For most of my life, I was the good girl. Good for my parents, good for my partner, good at work — where “good” mostly meant assistant, secretary, the person quietly making sure everyone else’s day ran smoothly. I didn’t choose those roles so much as fall into the shape of them, over and over,…
I don’t have children. I want to say that at the start, plainly, because it matters. I’m not writing this from the inside of parenthood. I haven’t been woken at 3am by a small person who needs something only I can give — or had to strip a bed and scrub projectile vomit off the…
Some people think resilience looks like pushing through exhaustion. Like showing up no matter what, always striving, always doing. Falling down and bouncing straight back up — faster each time, stronger each time, never letting anyone see the effort it takes. But what if that version of resilience is part of the problem? What if…