After You’re Burnt. Before You’re Certain. In the Middle of Becoming.
There’s a particular ache that lives in the pause between burnout and rebirth.
Where your ideas haven’t dried up, but your body flinches at the thought of showing up again.
Where you crave to create, but the muscle of visibility feels bruised.
It’s not that you don’t want to write, speak, share…you do.
You really do.
But something inside whispers, “Not yet. You’re not quite… back.”
This is for that liminal space.
The murky, holy middle. Not quite healed. Not quite confident. Still pulsing with something true.
This is not a how-to. It’s a remembrance. Of the you who creates not because she’s “on,” but because she’s real.
The Sacred Mess of the Middle
Nobody tells you how disorienting the in-between can be. You’ve left the burnout behind, but you’re still carrying its weight.
You’re no longer in crisis, but you haven’t landed in clarity, either.
You’re not in hiding, but you’re not exactly visible.