I hate the phrase “my anxiety”.

Because when we say it like that, it makes it feel like anxiety is part of us.
Something we own.
Something we’re stuck with.
It makes it our identity.

And here’s the truth:
You are not anxiety.
Anxiety is not you.

For too long, anxiety has been framed as a mental health diagnosis. And while therapy, meditation, and medication can help with the racing thoughts, the fear, and the worry - too often, we forget the body behind the feelings.

Helping everyone else rest taught me how little I was listening to my own body.

A few years ago, my work was all about creating calm, restful homes for other people. I helped clients from all walks of life — leaders of companies, kibbutz dwellers, friends, and family. My job was to help them feel rest and peace at home, through beauty, organisation, redesigning layouts, and choosing aesthetics that supported calm.

And I was so good at it! It made me happy.

Except… It wasn’t proving peace and calm for myself. I painted every inch of my home, curated every detail, and was intentional about every choice — all while my family grew around me.

I thought I was resting. Weekends off. Screen-free evenings. Holidays… sometimes. But I never felt restored. My energy stayed low. My mind constantly buzzed. My body remained tense. I didn’t realise it, but my nervous system was running on overdrive — and all the “rest” in the world couldn’t fix it.

It took hitting burnout to notice.

Welcome to a space on the internet where you can say it out loud:
life is hard, and you’re exhausted.

Maybe you’re not sleeping properly, but you’re getting just enough rest to function. Or maybe you spend all week looking forward to the weekend - to the rest you hope will reset you - only to find you can’t switch off. Or perhaps you’ve reached the point where you know you’re burnt out, but you genuinely can’t see a way out.