I Didn’t Burn Out... I Silently Imploded.

There wasn’t a dramatic collapse.
No rock bottom.
No grand unraveling.

Just a slow… fading.
Into numbness.
Into “I’m fine.”
Into nothing.

You didn’t fall apart.
You disappeared from yourself.
Quietly. Efficiently. Without making a scene.

And babe, that’s still burnout.
That’s still grief.
That’s still a sign.

Because you weren’t lazy. You were over-functioning.
You weren’t unmotivated. You were disconnected.
You weren’t weak. You were doing what you had to do to survive.

And I see you.

This is your reminder that survival isn’t your identity.
And numb isn’t your baseline.

OFH doesn’t wait for the big crash.
It listens when your joy stops sparking.
When your body stops speaking.
When the “nothing” becomes heavier than the pain.

✨

So here’s your invitation:

Where have you gone quiet inside yourself, not because you healed, but because you hardened?
What’s one small thing you can do today
to feel again — even just a little?

A walk without your phone.
A playlist that makes you cry.
A bite of something delicious.
A truth said out loud.

You don’t have to fix it all today.
You just have to come back.
One breath, one feeling, one soft re-entry at a time.

I’m right here with you.
M x