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When You're Tired in a Way Sleep Can't Fix

Hey love.

Come here for a sec — sit down, exhale, unclench your shoulders. You probably didn’t even realize you were holding them that high. I do it too.

I want to talk about a specific kind of exhaustion — the kind that lives in your bones, in your chest, in that quiet place behind your ribs where all the feelings pile up.

Not the “I need a nap” tired.
Not the “I stayed up too late scrolling TikTok” tired.

I mean the emotional exhaustion that hits after weeks, months, or sometimes years of trying so damn hard just to keep your life from falling apart.

It’s the tired that comes from:
• keeping your emotions stable
• constantly checking in with yourself
• managing symptoms
• doing damage control
• trying to be okay for other people
• overthinking everything
• pretending you’re fine when you aren’t
• fighting your own mind quietly, daily, endlessly

That kind of tired doesn’t go away with sleep.
You can sleep ten hours and still wake up feeling like you’ve been emotionally hit by a truck.

And I want you to know something — something you might not hear very often:

There is nothing wrong with you for being exhausted.
You’re not weak.
You’re not dramatic.
You’re not failing.

You’re carrying emotional weight most people never see.
You’re navigating storms inside yourself while still showing up for work, for family, for responsibilities, for life.

You’re doing everything while also doing internally what others would collapse under.

Of course you’re tired.

But here’s what I want you to hold onto:

Emotional exhaustion isn’t a sign you’re broken.
It’s a sign you’ve been strong for too long without support.

You weren’t meant to carry it all alone.
You weren’t supposed to heal in isolation.
You weren’t designed to be your own therapist, crisis responder, and support system.

You’re allowed to rest.
You’re allowed to slow down.
You’re allowed to not have your shit together for a day, a week, however long you need.

You are allowed to be human.

I know the world doesn’t always make space for that — especially when you struggle with mental illness. But we make space for it here.

In Your Beautiful Mind, you get to show up exactly as you are: messy, tired, hopeful, hurting, healing, learning.

I’m right here with you.
We’re figuring it out together.

🧠 Weekly Exercise: The Energy Audit

This week’s exercise is all about figuring out where your energy is actually going.

Grab your phone or a piece of paper and divide it into two columns:

Column A: “What drains me.”

List anything that takes emotional energy — tasks, people, thoughts, environments.

Column B: “What fills me.”

List anything (no matter how small) that gives you even a tiny bit of relief or peace.

When you’re done, choose one item from Column A that you will limit this week
and
choose one item from Column B that you will intentionally add.

Not five.
Not every day.
Just one of each.

This is how we slowly, gently rebalance ourselves.

💬 Interactive Question of the Week

Comment below and share:

What’s something small that drained you this week — and what’s one small thing that helped you recharge?

Your answer might help someone else recognize their own patterns.

And before you go…

I’m proud of you.
For being here, for trying, for caring, for continuing to show up in a world that doesn’t always understand your struggles.

You’re not alone in this tiredness.
You’re not alone in this healing.
You’re not alone in your beautiful, complicated mind.

Rest when you can.
Breathe when you remember.
And be gentle with yourself — you’re doing the best you can with the tools you have.

—The Healing Chaos
“Even the strongest hearts need soft places to land.”

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