Glow by Lady E

  There was a time when I thought rest was weakness. Something to apologize for. Something to earn. But my body has been whispering to me for years — sometimes begging (without me realizing it) — to stop treating exhaustion like a personality trait. Like it's a badge of honor I should proudly wear. Now I know better. Rest isn’t lazy. It’s a language. It’s how a nervous system in recovery finally gets to speak, to breathe, to heal. And every time I let myself slow down, I’m not “falling behind.” I’m giving my body a chance to find me again. And that’s what real strength feels like now — not pushing harder, but letting my own hands hold me for once. The Lie We Learned About Rest As a stay-at-home mom, I feel like the world demands more from me because I stay home most days. Like I have "all the time in the world" to do manage my home, take care of my child, etc. Stay-at-home moms shouldn't be lazy. They shouldn't have slow mornings or naps.  I watched this series b...