When the Weekend Felt Heavy — and How I Took Care of Myself Anyway

This weekend was not an easy one.

There were moments when everything felt too loud, too heavy, and too much. Moments when exhaustion settled into my bones, when emotions came in waves, and when self-doubt tried to convince me that I was failing at everything all at once.

But here’s the part that matters — I didn’t give up on myself.

Instead of pushing through or pretending I was fine, I listened to what my body and heart were telling me. I slowed down. I rested. I chose comfort over pressure.

I let myself cry when I needed to. I didn’t shame myself for it or rush to “fix” it. I reminded myself that tears aren’t weakness — they’re release.

I gave myself permission to stop being productive. The dishes could wait. The to-do list could wait. My worth didn’t depend on how much I got done while I was overwhelmed.

I wrapped myself in blankets. I held something soft and familiar. I watched comfort movies — the kind that feel safe and nostalgic — and let them play while I rested. I even caught myself singing along at one point, and that small moment reminded me that joy can still sneak in, even on hard days.

I accepted help instead of pushing it away. I let myself be cared for. I ate, even when my appetite was low, because nourishing my body mattered more than pride.

Most importantly, I stayed.

I stayed present.
I stayed safe.
I stayed kind to myself.

This weekend didn’t magically fix anything, and it didn’t need to. What it showed me is that I can cope — even when things feel overwhelming. I can choose gentleness. I can choose rest. I can choose to keep going one small moment at a time.

Healing doesn’t always look like strength or motivation. Sometimes it looks like lying under a blanket, watching familiar movies, breathing through the heaviness, and trusting that better moments will come — because they always do.

This weekend, I proved something to myself:

I am not failing.
I am learning how to care for myself in harder seasons.

And that matters more than I used to realize.

Elizabeth Tubridy

I’m Elizabeth — a mother, creator, and woman who has learned what it means to rebuild from the ground up.

This space was born from a season of deep change. After walking away from a life that no longer felt safe, aligned, or true, I began the quiet work of healing — not perfectly, not quickly, but honestly. What started as survival slowly became self-discovery, and then something more: a return to myself.

Through writing, reflection, and creativity, I share the truths I once silenced. Stories about emotional healing, motherhood, boundaries, resilience, and learning to choose yourself after years of putting everyone else first. This blog isn’t about bitterness or blame — it’s about clarity, growth, and reclaiming your voice.

Alongside my writing, I create under Earthly Enchantments — nature-inspired pieces rooted in calm, intention, and magic found in small moments. Creativity has always been my anchor, a way to process, express, and reconnect with joy.

If you’re here, maybe you’re navigating your own season of becoming. Maybe you’re learning to trust yourself again, or simply looking for proof that it’s possible to start over — gently, bravely, and on your own terms.

You’re welcome here.

https://www.earthlyenchantmentsnh.com
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