I see you.
I know you are exhausted and tired.
I know that you keep trying to pick yourself back up again and get on top of everything.
I know you are doing your best, even if you don’t feel that you are.
I know the pain of continually feeling like you are falling short of the mark.
That there’s so much to do and you have no idea of how to get back on top of it.
It just feels like a continual wave after wave, that knocks you over, with no time in between to stabilize and get grounded.
And it feels like there’s no way out of it.
And no way to stop it.
It feels like you’ve just got to keep going no matter what……
I feel you.
I was there too.
And it feels like there is nothing left in the tank.
Yet nobody else around you actually even knows that.
They see your bright big bubbly smile.
They have no idea of how much you are hurting or how empty you feel inside.
They think you are amazing.
They wonder how you are so strong and just keep pulling everything together and just keep going.
They admire you and wonder how they could be as strong as you.
You get how they might see you like that, but deep inside you don’t feel like that.
Inside it feels like you are breaking.
It feels that every day that goes by like this, a little bit more of you die inside.
The daily anxiety, the dread, the overwhelm, the constant repressing and suppressing of your emotions.
Stuffing it all down, so you can carry on and be what everyone else wants and needs you to be.
You love your kids and family so damn much and you just want them to be happy….
Yet…. When we do that, we are teaching and role modeling to them, the very thing we don’t want them to experience. To be people pleasers….
Beautiful, what do you most want for your child?
(This is actually your dream for you too….)
Wild one, your heart longs to be free.
It longs to run,
It longs to breathe,
It longs to feel the wind on your face,
And the sun kisses your skin.
For a moment dear Mumma,
Rest your weary head on my shoulder.
Put your tired feet up.
The world will not fall apart if you stop.
You and your world will fall apart if you don’t……
I love you.
You are enough.
You are amazing.
You are raising little humans, that alone is a massive task in itself.
If the beds aren’t made,
Or the house is a mess,
Or the dishes aren’t done.
It’s not a measure of your worth or your value…..
WHO you ARE is PRICELESS….
Never forget that.
Oceans of Love,
From my heart to yours,
Beautiful Mumma, if you are suffering from burnout, I can promise you, you will not feel like your normal self.
Brain fog, exhaustion, loss of confidence, loss of libido, and loss of joy are just some of the symptoms. No, you are not depressed, but you may have depressive feelings and feel like you have no way out of
Everyday is overwhelming, everyday produces a feeling of dread and anxiety. Your hormones have bottomed out, there’s not a lot of fuel in the tank. It increases self-criticism and negativity with yourself and you and your loved ones are paying the price for it.
We have been indoctrinated by society that more is better, that we have to show up as Superwoman or we are failing, that we have to have it all done, and done perfectly and with a smile on our face, or that we aren’t enough.
It’s time to end the madness.
It’s time to set yourself free.
It’s time to lean into love and compassion for yourself like never before.
This is what sets you free from the martyrdom and self-sacrifice you were role modeled from your Mum. This is what will set your children free from this madness. It’s time to fill your cup first.
When you do, anger becomes a distant memory, resentment fades away, and joy, love, and deep happiness and vitality fill your heart again.
If this is what you want and you are committed and ready to make a change, make sure you book your call with me today.
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