Does the chaos of public service, the challenge of doing more and more with less and less leave you feeling like your sprinting just to stay in place?

Does self-care feel like another thing on the never-ending to-do list, that you probably won’t do right anyway?

Do you look around you and wonder how everyone else seems to be managing, while you feel like you can barely keep your head above water?

Do you dream of a life of rest and ease… or can you not even imagine what that might look like?

Do you go blank when people ask you what brings you joy, or flinch at the thought of expressing anything as positive as that. Is joy for other people?

Flippant unserious people, who you secretly envy. Wouldn’t it be nice to just….put all that heavy load down and be.

To know yourself, and trust yourself, and let go of the things that aren’t yours to carry?

To draw a line under your family’s unhelpful patterns and say ‘this far, and no farther’?