13/09/2025
There are days when my mind is so busy, I can’t hear properly.
My vision blurs.
My head spins.
Coherent thought? Not a chance.
There’s a visceral response in my body when I’ve been holding too much.
Juggling too much.
Scheduling, thinking about, planning for...everything.
It’s not just the mental load.
It’s cognitive gymnastics.
It’s emotional labour.
It’s feeding and snacks and playing and washing and dinners and screaming and touching and trying — always trying — to hold it all together.
And then someone, seemingly capable, asks a question.
One they could probably answer themselves.
But the thread gets pulled and it all unravels.
Sound familiar?
From where I sit, when a mother tells me she got angry,
it’s rarely a 0 to 100 moment.
It’s more like carrying a backpack full of pebbles.
Each pebble, one more plan. One more question. One more thing.
And then the final pebble drops.
And she crumbles.
In my 1:1 work, this is what we talk about. Not just what happened but why it all landed the way it did.
The layers underneath.
The expectations above.
The load that was never meant to be carried alone.
Because it’s not about the swim bag.
It’s about the weight behind it.
If this rings true for you, drop me a 🎒 in the comments. Or book a discovery call. Let's make sense of this together ✨️
