Discipline wasn’t saving me. It was silently destroying me. Have you ever been praised for how hard you push—while breaking inside? I used to be the woman who “had it all together.” Disciplined. Reliable. High-performing. But under the surface? I was a storm in a perfectly tailored outfit. I never missed a workout—even when I was sick. I tracked every calorie like my life depended on it. I said yes when I meant no. I showed up for others when I was falling apart. I confused exhaustion with impact. I called obsession “excellence.” But what I didn’t know was this: My “discipline” was a trauma response. My “drive” was dysregulation. My “success” was self-abandonment in disguise. I didn’t believe I was allowed to rest. Because deep down, I didn’t believe I was worthy unless I earned it. Society clapped for my grind. But I was building a life on the edge of a breakdown. Let’s stop glorifying the grind that’s killing us. Redefine discipline. Not as destruction—but as devotion.   Phenyx Fit Kate Hastings Podcast  @coachkate1  Mental Health Coach