This is for her: the high-functioning woman, the eldest daughter, the one everyone relies on, the emergency contact, the fixer, the planner, the one who remembers the birthdays, schedules the appointments, keeps the group chat alive, anticipates everyone's needs before they say a word, and somehow still feels guilty when she takes an hour for herself. The woman whose life looks incredibly put together from the outside, but who fantasizes about what it would feel like if someone else carried the weight for once. If you've spent so much of your life being the person everyone depends on that you've forgotten what you need, you're exactly the woman I work with.