Tired Ass Mom

I think a lot. Probably too much.

This site exists because my inner monologue needed somewhere to go besides my own head. What started as overthinking turned into mental load, vigilance, and a habit of always being a few steps ahead — of conversations, responsibilities, and life in general.

Here, I write personal essays about that experience. About exhaustion, loss, responsibility, and what happens when survival skills stick around longer than they’re needed.

This isn’t self-help, and it’s not a guide. It’s just honest writing for people who replay conversations, read between lines, and feel tired for reasons they can’t always explain.

If that sounds familiar, welcome.