I still remember the exact moment I broke down. I was standing in the kitchen, surrounded by dishes, laundry, barking dogs, and a to-do list a mile long. One of my kids asked me a simple question—and I just snapped. Not at them, but inside.
My heart was racing. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. I went to my bedroom slid to the floor in front of the door and started sobbing. That was the moment I knew: I couldn’t keep doing this. I was beyond exhausted. I wasn’t just tired—I was burnt out.
As moms, especially those of us who homeschool, who run our homes, who have at home business or work 40+ hours a week outside the home and try to care for everyone, we wear a hundred hats. We carry the weight of the world quietly, determined to be everything for everyone. But no one talks enough about the cost.
And the hardest part? I felt completely alone.
We live in a small town. Everyone kind of keeps to themselves. Most of the moms I knew either seemed to have it all together—or were too overwhelmed themselves to connect. My sweet husband was working 50+ hours a week and was home so little. I craved real conversations, genuine support, someone to say “Me too. I get it.” But I didn’t have that, and the isolation only made everything feel heavier.
I had nothing left to give. And nowhere to put my feelings.
That panic attack was my rock bottom—and my turning point. I finally admitted that I needed help. Not because I was weak, but because I’d been trying to be everything to everyone with no one supporting me in return.
So I started small. I gave myself permission to take up space and to stop pretending I was okay when I wasn’t. I began nourishing my body again—drinking more water, mixing up my Happy Juice to support my mood, and choosing simple foods that gave me energy. I began talking to Jesus like a friend sitting across the table. Slowly, I built rhythms that helped me feel human again.
Now, life is still messy (let’s be real, I homeschool teens and have 7 dogs 😅), but I’ve learned how to come back from the edge. I’ve learned that self-care isn’t selfish. Connection isn’t a luxury. And asking for help is an act of courage.
If you’re in that place right now—burnt out, lonely, constantly behind—I see you. I was you. And I want to share a simple tool that helped me begin again.
RESET CHECKLIST FOR BURNT-OUT MOMS
A simple guide to help you pause, breathe, and begin again—with grace.
Mama, you’re not alone. You were never meant to carry all of this by yourself.
If this resonated with you, leave a comment or reach out to me—I’d love to hear your story. We heal in community, even if we have to create it ourselves.
Always Cheering You On,
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