Let’s talk about emotional exhaustion as a Black woman—and what it really means to be held.

What if being held didn’t require you to fall apart first?

What if it was something you could reach for before you hit the breaking point?

This episode was recorded at five o’clock in the morning… no mic, no script, no prep—just me, a heavy heart, and a whole lot of truth. Because sometimes the softest, most honest thing you can do is show up exactly as you are, while you’re still sitting in the weight of it.

We’re talking about the quiet kind of emotional exhaustion—the kind that creeps in when you’ve been moving for so long, you forget what it feels like to ask yourself what you need.

The kind that convinces you being held is too much to ask for.

And if your primary Support Language is Emotional Safety…
this one might hit extra deep.
Because it’s hard to let yourself be held when you’ve spent your whole life being the safe space for everybody else.

This one’s not about fixing it.
It’s not about pushing through.
It’s about pausing long enough to say,
“I don’t have to perform today.”

So if you’ve been carrying more than your share, if the emotional exhaustion is starting to feel like your normal—this episode is an invitation to come home to yourself.

One soft moment at a time.