Too Responsible to Rest ✨
Last year, I hit a wall. Not because I wasn’t capable. Not because I didn’t care. But because I was too good at accountability and responsibility. I was the reliable one. The dependable one. The person who always followed through. The one who fixed things, remembered things, handled things. If something needed to be done, I did it. If something went wrong, I felt responsible. If someone needed help, I showed up. On the outside, it looked like strength. On the inside, it slowly became burnout. Somewhere along the way, I confused being responsible with being endlessly available. I confused accountability with self-sacrifice. I held myself to such a high standard that rest started to feel like failure. Saying “no” felt selfish. Dropping the ball—even once—felt unacceptable. And the irony? Most of it wasn’t even asked of me. I volunteered. I absorbed. I carried. Around that time, a close friend of mine tried to set up a support group for people like us. People with the same pers...