I Broke My Baby Toe. With My Own Hands.
We talk a lot about self-care. “Are you taking care of yourself?” “What are you doing to feel better?” Well… that’s exactly what I was doing. I live with chronic pain—especially in my feet—so self-care isn’t optional. It’s survival.Yesterday, I sat down to massage my feet, gently wiggling my baby toe, just trying to offer myself some relief.And then: CRACK. It didn’t hurt at first. I thought I’d just popped a joint. That’s happened before—and it usually brings relief. But not this time. Turns out I broke my own toe.With my own hands. So now I’m sitting here with my foot taped and elevated… wondering what the real lesson is.Because “slow down” feels a little too easy. Maybe it’s… ✨ Self-care isn’t always gentle. Sometimes it brings pain before healing. Growth before grace. ✨ Even good intentions can go awry. What matters is how we meet ourselves afterward. ✨ Our bodies are always speaking. Sometimes in whispers. Sometimes in cracks. Are we truly listening? ✨ We can't always fix ourselves alone. And maybe we’re not meant to. Support—professional, spiritual, communal—is part of the path. ✨ There’s a fine line between helping and pushing. And maybe… my hands crossed that line. So today, self-care looks like not doing.Not fixing.Not improving. Just being with what is.Breathing.Resting.Letting the broken be held—not rushed. Because sometimes, the most sacred form of self-care… is surrender. Have you ever had a moment like this—where your care turned into something else entirely? I’d love to hear your reflections below. 👣💬