When I was actively coaching health/fitness, I'd have lots of women say "I don't have time to be healthy".  The thought I always had was "okay, then you'd better make time to be sick..."  If we aren't active members in our story, then we're leaving shit up to chance.  If you "don't have time for self-care" then you better make time for a burnout!

Let me tell you a little story...  

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Alarm rings. I shuffle to the kitchen and get a glass of water. Then I reach for the little orange pills that I bought off someone. I’m so tired, so I need the Adderall.  I work my 8 hour shift as an LPN. I’m exhausted; the resident-to-nurse ratio is about 35:me and the acuity is through the roof. I run around all day. I stay an extra 90 minutes to get my charting done.


I finally get home and am greeted by my boyfriend and a glass of Franzia. I prop my feet up, chug the cheap wine, and wait for my boyfriend to roll one up.  I stay up too late and do nothing productive with myself while refusing to go to bed at a decent hour. It’s almost an act of defiance, I feel.  Except, it’s not. It’s blatant self-neglect.

I’m numbing all of the big emotions I’m too busy stuffing down. My dad’s in a meth relapse again, I hate my mom, and I STILL feel guilty about leaving my siblings behind when I moved out at age 16 (6 years prior to now).  I drink to shut down, I smoke because why not? I use the addy to pick me up because I’m depleted from this vicious cycle.


Unfortunately, it will take me almost losing my career, suffering the loss of my soulmate, and becoming a mother way before I was ready, to wake the fuck up and start being intentional with my life.  It will take me hitting rock bottom before I ever consider improving my character.  It will take me about six years after becoming Jude’s mom before I tap into my potential as a human and start to work on my shit.  It will then take me an alcoholic outburst at family Christmas to get real fucking serious about healing my wounds.

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Working on myself hasn’t felt like work.
It’s felt like learning who I am, meeting 10-year-old, terrified Bre and comforting her. It feels like falling in love with myself.  It’s self-care. And I’m here to help you realize that you’re worth self-care, too. It can be physical, spiritual, emotional, or personal.


Self-care is whatever you NEED and WANT it to be.  It's a shift.  You either downshift because you're going too hard in 4th gear > or < you shift into drive because you've been a potato for a few months and it's time to love up on yourself.