Yesterday, everything felt bitter.
The house felt like a mess — chores were torture, cooking felt thankless, toys scattered everywhere, and nothing around looked even remotely pleasing. I was angry — at everything and everyone. In that moment, I hated it all.
Then I slept.
A few hours of rest, a quiet moment with my little tornado, and things softened. No, this isn’t about guilt creeping in or me romanticizing emotional outbursts. This is about realizing that self-blame solves nothing — and bottling up emotions until they explode doesn’t help either.
Sometimes, breakdowns don’t look pretty. They don’t come with a journal, candles, or gentle tears. They come as rage, shouting, numbness — things that scare even ourselves.
What matters is what comes after.
And for me, the lesson was simple: Melt before you shatter.
Release before it ruins everything.
This isn’t about blaming people, fighting over responsibilities, or idealizing support systems. This is about facing the fact that we are each responsible for our own well-being. Yes, it’s beautiful to imagine perfect partners, helpful siblings, friends who check in — but not everyone will show up. And that’s okay. Most people are carrying their own weight.
So, when support is missing, be your own calm.
Let people go gracefully.
Bitter words — once said — leave lasting damage. Hold them back.
Let this post be a reminder:
Let your journey shape you, not shrink you.
Let your actions come from love, not pressure.
Because when you act from love, burnout fades. When you carry only expectations, it grows.
Have you felt something like this?
What did you become after your storm passed?
Calm with Me 