I speak kindly to others. I remind them to rest, to be gentle with themselves, to breathe. But when it comes to me? I rush. I push. I expect myself to hold it all together, even when no one’s asking me to. Sometimes we forget to give ourselves the very kindness we pour into everyone else.
The patience. The softness. The grace. It’s not weakness to pause. It’s strength to say: “I need a moment. I matter too.”
Today I’m reminding myself that I’m not a machine. I’m a soul with limits, a heart with weight, a body that’s healing. So if I speak gently to others, I will speak gently to myself too. That’s not indulgence. That’s survival. That’s healing. That’s grace.
And that’s where the real work begins.
