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A picture of me
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‎There was a time I only paid attention to my body when it started indicating signs, during headaches, when the exhaustion settled in, when everything in me slowed down without permission, that was when I called it care. Coming to the realisation of it, I finally stopped that form of care
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‎Now, I don’t wait for that version of me anymore.
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‎I take care of myself when nothing is wrong. When there’s no pain to justify it, no visible reason to pause, no external sign that I should slow down.
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‎I’ve learned that neglect is quiet at first, it doesn’t start with collapse, it starts with small things I ignore daily.
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‎So my mornings are no longer rushed, they are claimed.
‎Before anything demands my attention, I give myself a moment. After waking up, I drink some water to stay hydrated, and sit in stillness, even if it’s brief.
‎Some days I stretch, some days I don’t, but I check in with myself. Not what I have to do, not what the day expects, but how I actually feel. That check-in shapes everything that follows.
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‎During the day, I don’t push blindly anymore. I used to think strength meant ignoring discomfort, skipping meals, and pushing through fatigue. Now I understand the cost of that. So I eat when I should, i pause when I need to and I step away, even when there’s more to do.
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‎Because, I learnt that running on empty doesn’t make me productive, it just delays the crash
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‎My mind gets the same kind of attention in that not every thought deserves to be carried and not every problem needs an immediate solution.
‎I write things down, I slow things down, and sometimes I let things wait. I no longer treat every mental weight like it must be held all at once
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‎Evenings have become more intentional, I don’t drag the entire day into the night anymore. I reduce the noise, limit distractions, and create space to settle. I eat, clean up, and prepare myself for rest. Sleep is no longer an afterthought, it is part of the routine
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‎And then, my body shifts and adapts to it
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‎Every month, there’s a phase where my energy drops, where everything feels slower, heavier, and more sensitive (monthly visitor). I used to resist it, to force myself to maintain the same pace. Now, I adjust, resting more, simplifying my tasks, and choosing comfort over pressure
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‎I don’t perform strength during those days, I protect it.
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‎This is what my routine has become, not perfect, nor rigid, just consistent attention. I no longer wait for my body to break before I care for it.
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‎I show up daily, in small ways, while everything still feels fine because that is what truly keeps me well
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