Kenya Simmons

I didn’t have the language for it.
All I knew was that I was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep.
Always finding a way to zone out from overwhelm.
Disconnected, but still trying to show up.

It was BURNOUT.
But not the kind that’s loud and obvious.
The kind that lives in the body. Quiet, slow, and heavy.

It didn’t look like chaos.
It looked like misalignment & lack of motivation.
Like loss of appetite.
Like being in the room but not really in my life.

This was the moment I realized:

My body was trying to save me from a pace I couldn’t sustain.
If this is where you are, if your body’s been whispering or shouting, this is your permission to listen.

🌀 You are not too late. You don't have anything to prove.
You’re just being invited to return.

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