the day I remembered I don't have to do everything alone

the answers aren’t hiding inside you, they’re waiting in the conversations you avoid.

It’s Monday night.
I’m lying in bed, holding my laptop like it’s a life support machine. You know that irrational fear of not doing enough? Yeah. That one that whispers “you should be working” while you’re brushing your teeth.

Today was just… another Monday. The kind of day where Berlin goes dark at 5 p.m. and your brain decides dinner is the only way to survive emotional winter.

(what 5pm looks like)

I started with the wrong foot, wrong playlist, wrong everything.
Spent the day jumping between voices telling me how to live:
how to decorate a Brooklyn apartment I’ll never rent, how to learn AI in 24 hours, how this is the best time to succeed as a creative (great, I’ll just cry faster).

Meanwhile, I was scrolling through second-hand marketplaces pretending to be different versions of myself…minimalist, maximalist, “that-girl,” burnt-out-freelancer-with-taste. All of them, in one browser tab.

And somewhere between tabs, I started thinking: maybe I need help.
Like, actual help, not another productivity hack.

I’ve been juggling too many clients, too many to-dos, too many “I’ll figure it out”s.
So I thought: should I outsource some tasks?

Then immediately: but what if I can’t afford it? what if I create more work by trying to avoid work? The classic overthinker Olympics had started.

I kept doing mental math like I was solving the economy… “if I pay someone ten hours, I’ll have ten free hours… but then I’ll spend eight managing them and two questioning my entire career.” All day comiendome la cabeza (an Argentinian expression for thoughts that are driving you crazy)!

There’s this belief we quietly inherit, that doing everything alone is noble.
That the chaos is proof of passion.
That the burn-out somehow validates that you “care enough.”
But if I’m being honest, the only thing it validated was that my ego didn’t want to share control.

I thought delegating meant failure, like I was admitting I couldn’t handle it.
When in reality, it just means you’re finally creating space for what actually matters.

So after five hours of mental ping-pong, I did something scary:
I posted on Instagram that I was looking for help.
No filters, no “strategic phrasing”, just a real call for support.

And in less than 24 hours, more than 50 people replied.
Designers, assistants, creatives, people I’d never met, but somehow understood what I was trying to build.

That’s when it hit me: I had built a “community” online, without realizing I was allowed to lean on it too. I was busy performing independence, when the whole point of creating something like Life Menu is to connect.

Growth doesn’t come from control.
It comes from connection, from letting people in, from combining skills, from trusting that someone else can hold a part of your chaos.

So yeah, maybe you’ll find the answers in the others… not in you. Because the moment you stop keeping everything to yourself, that’s the exact moment you start to grow.

And here, I present the most extensive and emotional job search you’ve seen in the last months (or ever)…

If your brain’s been eating itself lately, welcome to the club, my DMs are open and I reply to all of them. I want to know those on the other side, and who knows…maybe work together ❤️

xoxo

Abi