Let me tell you something uncomfortable: the version of motherhood you’re performing is killing you slowly, and teaching your children that love looks like erasure. The myth of self-sacrifice isn’t a badge of honor; it’s the blueprint for exhaustion, resentment, and generational pain. This isn’t another gentle nudge for self-care. It’s a wake-up call to reclaim your needs, break the cycle, and model wholeness instead of martyrdom. Your children don’t need a perfect mother, they need a present, boundaried, and unapologetically whole one.