Rest is resistance. Silence is sacred. Doing nothing is a damn power move.
I used to think if I stopped moving, everything would fall apart. I was so scared to stop and just be. What woud happen in the silence?
Turns out… I was the one falling apart.
Somewhere along the way, we were taught that rest = lazy. That hustle = worth. That burnout was a badge of honor.
But I’ve learned that rest isn’t giving up. It’s regrouping.
This week, we’re flipping the script on productivity, pushing back on the grind, and reclaiming our right to pause.
Because sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is nothing at all.
DON'T TELL ME I'TS BEING STRONG
Why Doing Nothing Was the Most Productive Thing I Ever Did
I used to think rest was failure.
That if I wasn’t doing something—anything—I was wasting my life.
If I sat still too long, the guilt crept in. The shame. The whispers:
“You’re falling behind.”
“You’re not trying hard enough.”
“Everyone else is out there building something and you’re just… here?”
But here’s the truth:
I wasn’t lazy.
I was tired.
Not “take a nap” tired—soul tired.
The kind of tired that comes from surviving trauma, holding it together for everyone else, and living in a world that expects you to pretend nothing happened.
