Today, I had my first real mental overload.
Noise, touch, light, everything felt too much.
Even sitting at breakfast with a friend, I couldn’t enjoy a moment.
I felt numb, negative, and disconnected from myself.
I’ve spent years studying people, anthropology, volunteering with children and adults, learning how the mind works, but I never imagined I would reach the point I’ve seen in others.
I’m the active one.
The positive one.
The one who gives hugs, support, energy.
But I forgot to ask myself if I needed a hug too.
Living in another country, learning a new culture, raising two kids, starting over again and again… my mind finally said, “I can’t take more right now.”
And today, I listened.
I made dinner for my kids, kissed them, and told them:
“Mama needs a mama today. I’ll be back when my energy returns.”
I took a shower, lay down, and allowed myself to rest, without guilt, without pretending.
Because many mothers, fathers, and people everywhere are carrying more than their bodies can handle.
We keep pushing.
More, more, and more.
If you’ve ever felt like this, you’re not alone.
I’m here with you.
Today, all I can do is rest.
Tomorrow, I’ll try again.
And that’s enough.