Alright, let’s talk about it. You—the walking, talking, self-sacrificing human saint—are out here taking care of everyone. You check in on your friends, remember your coworker’s cat’s birthday, and offer emotional support like a 24/7 hotline. You are, essentially, a life coach, therapist, and personal assistant all in one—but unpaid, unappreciated, and running purely on caffeine and vibes.
And yet… who’s taking care of you? Who’s making sure you drink water that isn’t just coffee? Who’s checking in to see if your back has finally given up from carrying the emotional burdens of the entire friend group?
Exactly. Crickets.
Meanwhile, you’re over here reminding your best friend to leave their toxic situationship, helping your coworker fix the office printer (which, let’s be honest, is possessed by demons), and making sure your family doesn’t forget that, yes, bills exist. Meanwhile, you haven’t had a proper meal all day unless you count that questionable granola bar from the bottom of your bag.
But enough is enough. It’s time for you to be looked after. It’s time for you to receive the kind of care you so freely give.
So here’s a plan:
Start dramatically sighing in public places—maybe someone will offer you a cup of tea.
Refuse to answer texts after 9 PM (unless it’s an emergency, and even then, define "emergency").
Stare at people until they ask you if you’re okay—bonus points if you add a single tear for dramatic effect.
Make self-care look urgent—put a "DO NOT DISTURB: PERSONAL REBOOT IN PROGRESS" sign on your forehead if necessary.
Order yourself something fancy—because if no one else is spoiling you, you might as well do it yourself.
So here’s to you, dear overworked, underappreciated caregiver of the universe. You deserve love, rest, and at least three uninterrupted hours of Netflix. Take the break. Drink the water. And if anyone dares to disturb your peace, hit them with The Look—you know, the one that says, "Do you really want to test me today?"
Now, go forth and be selfish. You’ve earned it.
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