Welcome to The Burnt Out Collective:
We didn’t start this because we had it all together.
We started it because we were one meltdown away from Googling “How to run away—but be home by bedtime.”
We’re the moms who love deeply, give endlessly, and run on fumes.
The kind of tired a nap can’t fix.
This isn’t about pretending to be strong.
It’s about honoring the women who show up—even when they feel like they’re fading.
If you’ve ever reheated your coffee four times, cried in the bathroom, or kept loving when your flame barely flickered—
welcome home.
