For over 40 years, I thought I was just “bad at coping.” I thought I was too sensitive, too tired, too scattered, constantly trying to keep up in a world that never seemed to match the way my brain worked.

I’m tired today. In the middle of recovering from burnout, I’m learning to pay attention when my body says enough. Even when I sit down to write and the words won’t come. Especially then. This is your reminder that rest is not a detour, it’s part of the path.