By Naazi Morad
There are hands that never make it into history books. Hands that pack lunchboxes with quiet precision, fold laundry with aching backs, and hold space for tears that are not their own. These are the hands of mothers whose labor is invisible, whose heartbreak is unspoken, and whose love is stitched into the seams of everyday life.
In a world that celebrates loud victories, I want to honor the quiet ones. The mothers who show up without applause. The caregivers who transform routine into ritual. The women who carry disappointment like sacred water, never spilling, always pouring.
This blog is for you.
It’s for the mother who stayed up to reword a school email so it wouldn’t sound too harsh. For the one who wrapped lunch in wax paper with trembling fingers, hoping it would taste like memory.
For the woman who built a tortoise sanctuary not just for safety, but for dignity. You are not forgotten. You are not small. You are the architecture of legacy.
The Psychology of Burnout: When Exhaustion Is Misread as Indifference
Sleep deprivation is not just a physical state; it’s a psychological erosion. Studies show that chronic lack of sleep impairs emotional regulation, reduces empathy, and heightens irritability. But when a mother snaps, sighs, or withdraws, she’s often labeled “rude” or “cold.” Rarely does anyone ask: What is she carrying? What rest has she been denied?
Burnout in mothers is a slow unraveling. It’s not laziness, it’s depletion. It’s the brain fog that makes simple decisions feel mountainous. It’s the emotional fatigue that turns tenderness into tension. It’s the loneliness of being misunderstood, even by those she’s protecting.
Therapy and Boundaries: The Sacred Act of Self-Return
Therapy is not indulgence; it’s reclamation. It’s where a mother learns that her worth is not measured by her output. That her moods are messages, not moral failings. That setting boundaries is not abandonment; it’s an act of love.
Boundaries are the quiet fences that protect her joy.
They say: I am allowed to rest. They say: I am allowed to say no. They say: I am allowed to be more than what others expect of me.
And most importantly, they say: I am still me.
for the mothers, above and beyond!
