Heavy, But Still Holding It Together

OK.

Things are getting heavy.

I feel it in my spirit.

Behind my eyes—like tears that can’t decide if they’re sadness, rage, or just exhaustion.

I’ve been juggling life, leadership, motherhood, and mental load like a pro—but even pros get tired.

Between long hours, overflowing inboxes, and managing people who sometimes forget how to manage themselves, I’ve been stretched thin. I’m learning that leadership isn’t just about delegating tasks—it’s about protecting your peace.

Because when the world starts tugging on every corner of you, something has to give.

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It’s wild how easily women—especially mothers, especially leaders—become the emotional glue for everyone else. We hold it together when others fall apart. We smile through storms, fix what’s broken, and show up like everything’s fine.

But lately, I’ve realized:

• I don’t have to hold it all.

• I don’t have to carry everyone.

I can still lead without losing myself.

So I’m setting new rules for my life—sacred but straightforward:

• Time blocks for deep work.

• Quiet hours for peace and prayer.

• Non-negotiable moments for my children.

• Dedicated space for me—body, mind, and spirit.

  
  

Because I can’t keep doing everything for everybody.

And I’m not here to be anyone’s emotional caretaker.

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This week, I made a promise to myself:

I’m restructuring my life in the same way I would a project plan.

Prioritize. Simplify. Rebuild.

Some people won’t like it.

Boundaries rarely make everyone happy.

But peace isn’t built on people-pleasing—it’s built on purpose.

And I’m choosing purpose.

The truth is, I’m tired of being guilted into carrying people who should’ve been walking on their own. I’m done rescuing folks who mistake dependency for teamwork.

I’m learning that leadership requires firmness and faith.

It’s about saying “no” when everyone expects “yes.”

It’s about being steady in the storm and soft when the clouds finally clear.

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Even though the weight feels heavy right now, I know what this is:

It’s a transformation.

I’m becoming the woman who leads differently.

The mother who sets boundaries.

The friend who no longer rescues, but still roots for everyone to rise.

I’m learning to rest without guilt, reset without apology, and rise without permission.

Because I can’t keep surviving on empty.

And maybe that’s what this heaviness is teaching me—that I don’t have to carry it all to still be strong.

I can breathe.

I can rest.

I can lay it down for a while.

And even when it’s heavy, I’m still holding it together.

That, right now, is enough.

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✨ Smart & Sassy Note to Readers:

You’re allowed to put the world down for a minute. You don’t have to carry everyone to prove you’re capable.

The sass? Protect your peace like it’s your paycheck. Boundaries are your benefits package.

👉 Tell me in the comments: what are you setting down this week so you can breathe again?