Recently, I’ve been immersed in a lot of films, books and content that speak to the early days of motherhood. I’ve been viscerally reminded of the immense rush of love and care we often experience at this life-changing threshold. But also of the less spoken about raw exhaustion, tender hormonal rollercoaster and emotional fragility that so many of us experience concurrently. 

It got me reflecting on my experience of profound burnout over ten years ago … 

We often think of burnout as a switch that is flicked quite suddenly.

And in truth, it often presents this way. 

Many of the women I have supported over the years feel like they were coping, functioning, managing one day, before seemingly ‘crashing’ through sheer exhaustion the next. 

But in reality, burnout begins long before it happens.

In the many seasons of carrying too much without being properly held.