The Scorched Loaf

When your nervous system’s fried but people still ask if you’re “good to go.”

Dear Crumbheads,

You’ve been pushing too hard, and now you’re crispy on the outside, hollow on the inside.
The Scorched Loaf kept going until the crust cracked. It smells like effort, but there’s nothing left inside to give.

You tell yourself: just one more thing, just get through the day, just don’t burn out...
But guess what? You're already smoking. And it's okay.

Let yourself cool. The heat already did its job.
You don’t have to keep proving your value through pain.
Even scorched loaves deserve softness.

I once burned so hard I became toast. That’s when I started calling myself “artisan.”

Wrap something warm in a towel today. Let it soften.
Maybe it’s you.