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. She is good at this. Genuinely good at it.
But somewhere along the way, in between all of the showing up, she stopped showing up for herself. Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just slowly, the way water recedes, until one day she looked up and realized she could not remember the last time she did something that was entirely, unapologetically for her.
She still knows who she is. She has not forgotten herself. She has just been putting herself last for so long that it started to feel like the natural order of things.
