There’s a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from one crisis but from the accumulation of many.

It’s what happens when life doesn’t collapse all at once, it caves in slowly, in sections, over years.

The hare and the tortoise aren’t opposites—they’re phases of the same rhythm.

Meditate if it helps.
Download the app. Take the walk.
Do whatever gives you breathing room.

But also—close the loop.

The lessons learned in this piece didn’t happen in a sociology class or a thoughtful workplace. They happened in welfare offices with broken chairs and cold coffee.

When people said I was resilient, I thought they meant I was good at surviving—at staying upright while the world shook beneath me. I wore that word like armour.

These experiences happen to everyone. To survive, you must learn to live inside that ache without making it an enemy.

Resilience isn’t built in the moments that look like triumph.