There’s a kind of tired that doesn’t show in your voice or your eyes. It shows in the silence.
In the pause before you answer.
In the way you swallow your feelings just a second too late.
It’s the kind of tired that lives behind the smile when someone says, “You’re such a strong mom.”
Because it’s not just the carpooling, the dishes, or the four loads of laundry that didn’t fold themselves.
It’s the invisible weight. The mental tabs.
The fear, the planning, the loving too much, the caring for everyone and everything all the time.
The emotional load no one warned us about.
I used to think my mom was tired from doing too much.
Now I know—she was tired from feeling too much.
And now? So am I.
We don’t talk about the fact that the hardest part of motherhood isn’t the doing—it’s the holding.
Holding space for everyone else. Holding the pieces together. Holding in the tears so no one else falls apart.
We are the keepers of the appointments. The guardians of the emotional temperature. The translators of every sigh, every slammed door, every “I’m fine.”
We carry the weight of birthdays and bloodwork, groceries and grief.
We remember who likes their sandwiches cut diagonal, who’s falling apart at school, who hasn’t pooped in three days, and who we’ve become in the process.
(If we even remember ourselves at all.)
This isn’t weakness. This is a silent kind of war. The war of waking up every day and doing it again. The war of loving this much and surviving it.
It’s no wonder we’re tired.
It’s no wonder I built Voguegenics from the edge of exhaustion—from the stolen moments between caregiving and collapsing. From the guilt of not being able to do more, and the grief of knowing I’d already done too much.
Voguegenics wasn’t born from balance. It was born from burnout.
It was a breath. A reclamation. A whisper of, “You still matter.”
I didn’t want another cutesy checklist or Pinterest-perfect planner.
I wanted to remember what it felt like to be human. And whole. And seen.
And so I built it for every woman who was never taught how to rest.
Every woman whose body keeps score of the stress she can’t speak out loud.
Every woman who carries generations of silence in her spine.
If you’re here, chances are you’re carrying it too.
Let me say this plainly:
You do not have to earn your rest.
You do not have to apologize for feeling the weight. You are not failing because you’re tired. You’re tired because you’ve been holding up the world.
And maybe it’s time someone held you.
Let this space be that place. Let this be the blog post you come back to when you feel like unraveling. Let this be proof that you’re not invisible, you’re not broken, and you’re not alone.
Resources to Lighten the Load:
- The Cancer Warrior Journal Bundle — Because caregiving is its own battlefield.
- Letting Go of Kid-Mom: The Bittersweet Shift to Adult-Mom
- Caregiver Support: Self-Care, Strength & Resources for When You’re Carrying It All — Support for women who show up for everyone else.
- Self-Care Blog Archive — For when you need to come home to yourself.
You may be carrying the weight of the world. But you don’t have to carry it alone.
You may be carrying the weight of the world. But you don’t have to carry it alone.
If this spoke to you, come join us in the Voguegenics community—a space made for women like you, who are done carrying it all in silence. Join us at www.voguegenics.com/join.
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