10/05/2026
Sometimes I think it helps to share the reality behind the public face.
I've had the most wonderful week meeting clients and a really lovely weekend.
Connection. Laughter. The sea.
Outside in sunshine and rain.
A wonderful long community walk with The Pilates Company this morning.
Fresh air, movement, conversation, being around genuinely lovely people.
The kind of things that light me up.
And yet this afternoon, here I am, up curled in a ball on the sofa, completely unable to function.
Old versions of me would have judged this.
Told myself I was lazy.
Too sensitive.
Judging myself for not coping with all the normal things in life.
Failing.
That if something was 'good for me', I shouldn’t feel wiped out afterwards.
Burnout taught me differently.
I now understand that you can be doing what you love AND still require recovery.
That doing what you love, doesn't mean being limitless.
That capacity matters.
That your nervous system needs care just as much as your mind does.
This post isn’t in any way about sympathy, in fact it's a celebration.
It’s about honesty.
Learning what supports you.
Learning what drains you.
Learning that recovery is part of the process, not proof you’re broken.
Learning that rest can be a celebration of listening to your body.
That awareness changes so much.
This is a huge part of the work I now do through coaching too.
Helping people reconnect with themselves beneath the expectations, the masks, the constant pushing through.
Not becoming a different person.
Coming back to yourself.
If this resonates, please share a comment or drop me a DM.
