💋Chapter 3: Rage, Resentment & The Burnout Bitch

(Why You're Always So Damn Angry)

Rant

Have you ever exploded over a dish in the sink?

Not because it was just a dish.

But because it was every dish you’ve ever cleaned… every ask, every favor, every “it’s fine, I’ve got it,” when no one ever asked if you were okay.

This chapter isn’t about anger management.

This is a war cry for the women who’ve been called “too much,” “too sensitive,” or “overreacting” — when really, they were just under-supported and overloaded.

You’re not crazy.
You’re f*cking tired.
And you’ve been told your whole damn life to smile through it.

This one’s for the moms who mutter, “I just want to run away for a weekend” and actually mean it.
For the wives, partners, caretakers, and ride-or-dies who silently seethe while carrying emotional backpacks packed by everyone else.
For the women who say “it’s fine” while swallowing volcanoes.

You were never the problem.

You were a people-pleaser in survival mode.

A ragey, burnt-out, invisible badass who has every fcking right* to be pissed — because being everything for everyone left no room to be anything for yourself.

Let’s Talk

Here’s where we start pulling at the roots.

Weaponized silence: When you're too exhausted to explain why you’re mad — or too scared it’ll be turned on you.
Mom martyrdom: Being told that sacrificing yourself for your family is “love,” but really, it’s slow self-erasure.
Burnout isn’t laziness: It’s what happens when you override your own needs for years just to stay afloat.
Resentment is grief in disguise: Grief for the support you didn’t get. For the boundaries you weren’t allowed to have. For the version of you who thought “being good” would be enough.

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