You’re in autopilot mode.
You’re getting things done… but you’re not actually here.
You’ve been moving through the days on muscle memory. Wake up, handle business, take care of everybody, repeat.
And from the outside it looks like you’re “fine,” but you know damn well you haven’t felt like yourself in a hot minute.
You’re not failing, sis, you’re functioning.
But functioning isn’t the same as living. It’s not the same as feeling grounded, present, or connected to yourself.
You deserve more than “I made it through the day.”
And the fact that you’re here tells me you’re ready to start feeling like YOU again… not the version of you that’s been running on fumes.