It Wasn't You

You were never lazy. You were exhausted.

For years, you carried a story about yourself: scattered, unreliable, trying hard but somehow never quite getting it right. You built your life around what felt like a character flaw, apologizing in advance, setting low expectations, always reaching toward a version of yourself that stayed just out of reach.

Then something shifted. Not a dramatic moment of revelation, but a slow accumulation of recognition. The realization that what you thought was failure might have been difference. That the mask you wore so seamlessly wasn't deception, it was survival. That behind your competence lived a quiet, constant exhaustion no one else could see.

This book is not a diagnosis. It offers no strategies, no fixes, no promises of transformation. It is simply a place to be seen, to recognize yourself in these pages and feel, perhaps for the first time, that the story you've been telling about yourself was never the whole truth.

For women who learned to mask before they knew they were masking. For those who feel relief and grief arriving together. For anyone who has ever been told they were too much while secretly feeling like they were barely holding on.

You were never broken. You were just never given the right mirror.