I’m overstimulated

 I’m overstimulated

Touched out
Tired in a way that sleep doesn’t fix

My name gets called a hundred times before noon
My body is never mine
There’s always a mess to clean
A need to fill
A fire to put out

Motherhood isn’t 50/50
It’s 100/100
And some days I’m giving from empty
Running on fumes
Holding the weight of everything
While pretending I’m fine

And still
I show up
Still make the snacks
Still sing the lullabies
Still open my arms even when I want space

Because that’s what moms do
We carry it
Quietly
Completely
And sometimes invisibly

But just because I carry it well
Doesn’t mean it’s not heavy

So if you’re tired
Touched out
Running on nothing
But still loving with everything you’ve got

You’re not weak
You’re a warrior
And you’re not alone

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