04/19/2026
Before I had children, I was the one people came to.
I could show up for friends, I had a full calendar, and I still made sure I had time to be alone at home. That was how I recharged. My old work colleagues used to joke that you’d never get a day in Rachel’s diary because if she didn’t have three or four nights a week to herself, she couldn’t function.
And they weren’t wrong.
After I had my beautiful boys, that version of me started to fade, and in stepped a woman who was never fully “off.” I didn’t have that space anymore. I couldn’t be by myself in the same way, and I didn’t realise at the time just how much I needed that time to reset.
As time went on, I tried to balance being a mum and still being me, Rachel, the one I had always been. I followed my passions and the work felt meaningful, but over time I started to notice my energy never seemed to return. My moods felt unpredictable, and I didn’t feel like myself anymore.
It showed up in all the small, everyday ways at first. I’d walk into a room and have no idea why I was there, or I’d lose simple words mid sentence. I’d start things and not finish them, and tasks that used to feel easy suddenly felt overwhelming. Even the things I cared about became harder to focus on, and I found myself either constantly distracted or completely stuck. I also noticed I was snapping at my family over the smallest things, which just wasn’t like me.
At the time, I didn’t have the language for any of it. I just thought I needed to try harder, to push through and get on with things like I always had.
I felt so burned out.
My window of energy got smaller and smaller, and by mid afternoon I often had nothing left. I was completely exhausted, but then at night, when everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, I’d be wide awake, mind racing, going over everything.
Exhausted and wired at the same time.
Even as my boys got older and didn’t need me in the same way, that version of me with energy didn’t return.
I tried everything. Supplements, sleep, pushing through. My doctor kept prescribing antidepressants. Even exercise stopped working. And for a while, I started to believe maybe I was just lazy.
But what I discovered is that there are a number of things that can be going on underneath this, and most of us are never shown how they connect.
ADHD was a big part of it for me, but this isn’t just one issue. It can be a combination of ADHD burnout, nervous system dysregulation, blood sugar instability, chronic stress patterns and disrupted sleep.
When your system has been under strain for a long time, it becomes much harder for your body to regulate energy, mood, focus, and even rest. So you end up stuck in that cycle of feeling completely drained during the day, but unable to properly switch off at night.
And no amount of trying harder, or more coffee, fixes that.
What starts to change things is not adding more pressure. It’s understanding what your body is actually asking for and learning how to support your system.
For me, a big part of that was understanding the role food was playing. Not from a place of restriction, in fact the opposite, from a place of support. Adding in the things my body needed, rather than constantly taking things away like we’ve been told to.
I don’t follow a set diet, and I don’t give one to the women I work with either. I’ve spent years learning how to eat for my own body, my own energy, and my own moods, and that’s what I help others begin to understand for themselves.
That’s when things started to change for me. My energy became more stable, my moods softened, and so did the crashes. My system started to feel like it was working with me again.
If any of this feels familiar, you’re not alone. And it’s not just who you are now.
I’m putting something together that walks through this more simply, because it’s hard to explain properly in a post. If you’d like me to let you know when it’s ready, just say the word.