She shows up. For her work, for her family, for the people who have come to count on her being there. She is the one who remembers, who follows through, who holds the details that would fall apart without her.
But somewhere along the way, she stopped showing up for herself. Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just slowly, the way water recedes, until one day she could not remember the last time she did something entirely, unapologetically for her.