When Rest Feels Like Withdrawal

Some days, rest doesn’t feel like self-care.
It feels like disappearing.
Like you’re slipping away from who you were becoming.

But here’s the truth most timelines won’t tell you:
You’re not falling behind.
You’re integrating.

That quiet? It’s not a void.
It’s a womb.
A place where pieces return home
and the noise fades just enough for you to feel yourself again.

You’re not broken for needing space.
You’re not weak for needing a f*cking nap.
You’re not lazy for choosing softness over speed.

The world taught you to measure your worth by your output.
But your body knows better.

There is medicine in the pause.
There is magic in the slowness.

There is power in saying:
“Not right now. I’m coming home to myself.”

🛌
OFH invitation:

What would shift if you trusted your stillness as much as your striving?

I'm still learning this one.

Whenever I need to drop in this song always helps

M x