I vividly remember 2024: I opened my planner on January 3rd and threw up.

Not metaphorically. Actually threw up.

Five months after my dad died, I was trying to "get back to normal." I'd written goals. Scheduled workouts. Planned content. All the things I thought would prove I was healing.

My body had other plans.

Staring at that planner—at all those empty boxes demanding to be filled—my stomach lurched. I barely made it to the bathroom.

That's when I finally understood: my body wasn't broken. It was screaming that I wasn't safe enough yet to perform productivity.

Read what your body actually needs instead: