There's one tab in my head that never really closes. My parents. I take care of them. So some part of my brain is always tracking something for them. What's coming up, what they need, what I should check on. Nobody sees that part. It doesn't go on a calendar. It just sits there, next to work, my daughter, my business, everything else. If you're the daughter who became the one who handles things for her parents, you know what I mean. You'd do it again. It still takes space. That's why I built The Room to Breathe. A calm little community for high-functioning women carrying mental load. You come in, you put one thing down, you leave a bit lighter. No courses, no homework.