Ever hit that point where your brain leaves the chat but your body keeps pretending itโs fine?
I had one of those moments this week where I was just standing in the kitchen staring at a packet of pasta like it was some sort of advanced maths equation, and the ridiculous part is nothing was actually wrong, it was just that my brain had tapped out long before my body realised it was supposed to stop too. People talk about burnout like itโs this big dramatic collapse but honestly, most of the time itโs the tiny shutdowns that give us away, the micro-freezes, the blank stares at random objects, the sudden โnope, I canโtโ that slips out before you even know youโre saying it, and if youโre a mum of ND kids AND running a business, youโll know exactly what I mean because capacity isnโt a weekly conversation or even a daily one, itโs every hour, every decision, every moment where youโre trying to hold everything together while your nervous system is whispering โabsolutely not.โ And Iโm curious, genuinely, because we rarely talk about the early signs, the subtle ones before it becomes โtoo much,โ before you hit the point where youโre crying over something stupid like the way the dishwasher was stacked or the fact someone breathed too loudly. What does burnout look like in you before it hits the red zone? The real stuff. The messy stuff. The micro-signals your body gives you that say: โIโm done but Iโm still pretending Iโm not.โ I reckon whatever you share, someone is going to read it and think, โGod, same.โ