Katrina Marie Jax -

That night, Katrina Marie Jax did something she rarely did: she asked for help. She called her hospital’s employee assistance line and booked an appointment with a therapist. The next morning, she wrote three words in a small notebook: Rest is not weakness.

She pulled out her notebook and showed the intern the three words. Then she added a fourth: Start again. If you'd like a version of this story for a different purpose — for a child, for a classroom, or as a fable — just let me know. katrina marie jax

But one gray November afternoon, Katrina sat in her car in the hospital parking garage, unable to turn the key in the ignition. Her chest felt tight, her mind foggy. She had given so much that there was nothing left for herself — not even the energy to drive home. That night, Katrina Marie Jax did something she