💫 Who Holds You When You Hold Everyone Else?

A love note to the inner Atlas in all of us—burdened, brilliant, and so deeply deserving of care.

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that lives in the bones of the ones who carry everything.

The ones who make space.
Hold the vision.
Soften the blow.
Lead the meeting.
Handle the invoices.
Remember the birthdays.
Save the seat.
Hold the door.
And then hold everyone.

I see you.

I am you.

And I want to whisper something sacred into the space you rarely let anyone see:

You don’t have to collapse to deserve care.

Recently, at a retreat, I woke up in excruciating pain. A full-body 10 out of 10.
The kind of pain that leaves you breathless and bargaining.

And the truth is—I knew it was coming.

Not the pain specifically, but the consequences of getting cocky with my own capacity. I hadn't properly prepared my nervous system for the expansion I was stepping into. I thought I could coast on trust and adrenaline. (Been there?)

Luckily, my roommate was a gifted alchemist, and her magic helped me through it.
But even then—I waited too long to ask for help.
I didn’t want to “bother” her.
Didn’t want to be seen as “weak.”

Yes, even now, I still bump into those old stories.
The ones that say care must be earned.
That rest must be justified.
That strength is silent and self-contained.

But it’s a lie.

Because here's the truth:

You don’t have to wait until the tears are falling to ask someone to just. sit. beside. you.

You don’t have to trade vulnerability for usefulness.
You don’t have to be invincible to be invaluable.

Darling Atlas, arms trembling under the weight of the world—you were never meant to carry it alone.

And now that you’ve loosened your grip on the lone wolf myth…
Now that you’ve remembered that isolation is not a personality trait…
Now that you've glimpsed the power of being witnessed?

Let’s build you a web of care.

✨ People who check in without needing a reason.
✨ People who see your tenderness as strength.
✨ People who don’t flinch at the size or wildness of your vision.
✨ People who let you be messy, magical, mighty and undone.
✨ People who say “I’ve got you” and actually mean it.
✨ People who hold you, even when you're not holding anything back.

This isn’t soft.
It’s sacred.
And it might just save your life.

So let me ask you:

Who holds you when you hold everyone else?
Whose voice reminds you of your brilliance when yours falters?
What does true care look like for you—not just what you offer others?

Tell me.
Tell them.
Tell yourself.

And let that truth change everything.

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PS: Profit is protest. So is rest. So is letting yourself be held before you break. Welcome to the fucking rebellion.

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Song of the Day: Like You Mean It by Steven Rodriguez