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Or, how I managed to exhaust myself before I started pouring coffee.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We know our bodies. We think we know better. Sometimes we do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then there are those moments when we wake up feeling that little spark of possibility and fail to recognize it for what it is: a false sense of spoons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And sometimes we pay the price.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Often, we beat ourselves up for falling short of our own unrealistic expectations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old expression, “You’ll never know if you don’t try,” rather spectacularly misses the point when it comes to living with a life-limiting, complex chronic condition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, we KNOW what happens when we try<\/em>. We’ve funded that experiment with borrowed spoons, accrued interest, and compounded exhaustion all our lives. Repeatedly. The results have been peer-reviewed by our nervous systems, and yet, occasionally, we still volunteer to be in the next control<\/em> group. (Small pun intended.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And society, particularly social media, would STILL have us pushing our bodies, testing our limits, challenging our boundaries, because there’s always another shiny, unreachable carrot dangling at the end of the next AI reel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As IF reality wasn’t setting the bar high enough. Now we have to compare ourselves to AI imaginations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You got this! No excuses! Push through!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah. About that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Great Bedrotting Offense<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

And OMGosh, have you heard the term bedrotting<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talk about the most ableist nugget of judgment to float down the social media sewer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Apparently, they’ve taken SELF-CARE and stamped it with an image of worthlessness, as though resting were evidence of some personal failure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you KNOW women get an extra helping of that judgment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Men get to call it “downtime,” “recharging their batteries,” or “strategic recovery.” They make it sound corporate. Put it on a calendar, and suddenly it’s an executive wellness initiative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Women? We’re rotting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because, of course, we’re supposed to bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, never, NEVER let you forget you’re a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck off, Enjoli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ’70s did a number on our collective understanding of what a woman is supposed to accomplish before she’s allowed to sit the hell down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And some of us are still trying to unlearn it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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