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. 👣💬