There’s a moment many women quietly reach in midlife. It doesn’t always look dramatic.Often, it’s subtle.A kind of soft ache. You might find yourself moving through the days—deeply capable, deeply responsible, deeply needed —and yet something inside feels like it’s running on low. You still show up.You still care.You still hold others.But there’s a tiredness that rest alone doesn’t quite touch. And you wonder: When did I stop feeling like myself? When did living start feeli