For a long time, I thought self-care was bubble baths and face masks. But when I was going through trauma, grief, parenting struggles, and just trying to survive, it didn’t matter how many candles I lit. I needed real care. The kind that helps you breathe again. The kind that says: “I matter, too.” Self-care for me became turning off my phone. Saying no. Crying when I needed to. Getting outside. Drinking water. Eating something nourishing. Letting myself rest without guilt. Slowly, it became less about what looked good and more about what actually helped me feel like myself again. If you’re tired, burnt out, or feeling like you’ve lost touch with yourself, this space is for you. We don’t need perfect routines. We need compassion, honesty, and grace.