Images: Ecency AI Image generator. Prompt: “4 diverse women fiercely strong at breaking point”
Ran the prompt twice… interesting to see the outputs.
There was a time when I thought care was something you reached for after the damage was done.
After the tiredness had turned into tears.
After the silence in your body became pain.
After your mind had already started waving little white flags you were too busy to see.
By then, of course, we know what to do, right:
Drink the medicine.
Cancel the meeting.
Sleep.
Recover.
But what I am learning now, slowly and a little late, is that real care begins long before the breaking point.
It begins in the ordinary.
In drinking water before the headache comes.
In resting before exhaustion makes the choice for you.
In noticing when your thoughts are crowded and giving them room to breathe.
My everyday health care routine does not look impressive.
It looks like small things.
A slower start when I can manage it.
A quiet cup of coffee.
Moments of stillness between one demand and the next.
Trying to listen to my body before it has to raise its voice.
I do not always get it right.
There are days I rush. Days I ignore what I need. Days I treat strength as though it means pushing through everything.
But I know better now.
Care is not only for sickness.
It is also for preservation.
For keeping something of yourself intact while life is asking so much of you.
And maybe that is what self care has become for me.
Not indulgence.
Not a trend.
Just a quiet form of respect.
For the body that carries me.
For the mind that holds so much.
For the self I am trying not to lose on the way to being everything for everyone else
