I used to think that "self-care" was some kind of luxury only certain people could afford, like regular massages or fancy vacations, but it was really about the days I didn't scream at my kids for leaving their shoes in the hallway. I poured every last drop into everyone else's cup, then resented them for not noticing mine was empty. The quietest revolution is remembering that my own needs aren't a burden, they're the foundation.