Hey Its us again!!!!
Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by your own to-do list.
You’re not broken. You’re not lazy. You’re not failing at being a functional adult. I am struggling with this right now. Too many todos and not enough freaking time.
You’re just burned the f*ck out.
Burnout doesn’t always look like crashing into your pillow sobbing. Sometimes it’s quiet. It looks like forgetting what day it is. It looks like opening the same email five times without reading it. It looks like scrolling instead of sleeping and staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m. wondering how you’re going to do it all again tomorrow.
We’re told to do more, be more, achieve more—but nobody talks about the crash. The fatigue that lives in your bones. The way your body literally starts screaming at you to slow the hell down.
You’re not meant to run nonstop
The world pushes hustle like it’s holy. But you weren’t built to be a machine. You’re a human. And humans need rest.
You don’t have to earn rest by running yourself ragged. You don’t have to justify it with tears or illness. You can just say, “I’m tired. And I need a damn break.”
Burnout is a full-body “no.” And if you’re feeling it, you’re not weak. You’re wise for recognizing it.
So what do you do when you’re crispy around the edges?
- Unplug. Put your phone in another room.
- Say no to something without explaining.
- Do one thing that brings joy and zero productivity.
- Cry. Laugh. Nap. Take up space.
Or maybe, just maybe, book something that fills your cup. Something like a boudoir session—just for you.
Something that makes you feel alive, seen, and not just useful.
Because you are more than your output. You are not your productivity. You’re allowed to rest, and you’re allowed to come back to yourself without needing to prove anything.
Burnout doesn’t get the final word. You do.
And you get to write the next chapter with way more softness and a hell of a lot more compassion.
xoxo
Amy and Brie