A raw expression of the emotional burnout that comes from living the same routine for years without pause or purpose.
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A deeply personal reflection on how middle-aged women often lose themselves in work and responsibilities, forgetting what it feels like to do something just for themselves.
Kum KumEnlightened
I want to leave behind kindness. I want my kids to remember that I showed up for them, not just paid the bills. I hope someone will say, “He made me feel seen.”
Not saying “I’m proud of you” to my son more often. Not taking that trip with my brother we kept planning but never took. Not being more present.
My parents while they’re still here. My kids before they’re too busy. And my wife — not just as a partner, but as the friend I forgot to talk to in the rush of life.
Kum KumEnlightened
Honestly, it’s not the job title or the car I drive anymore. It’s those quiet moments — a walk with my dog, laughing with old friends, or a hug from my son. That’s what fills me up now.
That fragile thread of hope in the midst of exhaustion.
Longing for a chance to rewrite the chapters of your story.
That aching sense of being overlooked, even in your own home.
Kum KumEnlightened
A quiet reflection on the moment life’s weight became noticeable.
There were years I felt like I was just existing—going through motions. But slowly, I started noticing the little sparks again. A quiet morning. A song. A new idea. It came back… not all at once, but enough to keep ...
I buried my passions for years under bills, routine, and other people’s needs. But then one day, I realized my fire wasn’t out—it was just quiet, waiting for me to come back.
Some days feel like I’m walking with a hundred pounds on my back. But I realized I wasn’t weak—I was just carrying too much for too long without ever setting it down.
At 45, I thought my best years were behind me. But something shifted when I realized I wasn’t starting over—I was just starting again, with wisdom I didn’t have at 25.
Kum KumEnlightened
Work can make us wear masks for so long, we forget the face underneath.
Imagine time stopping for a while—not to escape, but to remember who you are beyond your job title.
Not just breathing—but living. That moment when time slowed down and joy took over.
and then