There is a particular kind of tired that does not get resolved with sleep. It shows up at the end of the day, when everything is technically “done”, but your capacity to think, choose, or engage has quietly disappeared. You stand in the kitchen knowing what would support your body, and still find yourself reaching for whatever is easiest. Not because you do not care, and not because you do not know better, but because something in you is simply… done.

Most women I work with recognise this feeling immediately. They describe it as exhaustion, but when we look a little closer, it is not just physical fatigue. It is cognitive. It is the accumulated weight of decisions made across the day, and across the years. We do not often name it, but it has a name. Decision fatigue.