I'm exhausted from emotional labor no one sees or values. Here's what I carry: [describe the mental load, the emotional management, the relationship maintenance, the invisible work, and who benefits]. Make the invisible visible: catalog EVERY piece of emotional labor I perform in a week (remembering, planning, anticipating, managing others' feelings, keeping peace, reading the room, translating others, teaching emotional intelligence, absorbing anger, celebrating others, maintaining relationships, managing schedules, carrying mental load, doing the "glue work," being the emotional translator). Then calculate the cost: time (hours per week), energy (emotional bandwidth), opportunities (what I don't do because I'm doing this), resentment (building silently), and identity (am I anyone beyond emotional support?). Identify the patterns: who takes my emotional labor? (partner, family, work, friends), do they know they're taking it? (oblivious, entitled, or deliberately exploiting?), what happens when I stop? (do they step up or does everything fall apart?), and why do I keep doing it? (conditioning, identity, control, fear of what happens if I don't, or belief this is love?). Recognize the inequality: chart who does emotional labor in each relationship, who receives emotional support, who initiates emotional conversations, who remembers important things, who manages conflict, who maintains connection. Create the rebalancing strategy: the emotional labor inventory (showing others what you actually do), the delegation plan (teaching others to do their own emotional labor), the boundaries around emotional support (office hours for feelings, not 24/7 availability), the reciprocity requirement (I support you, you support me), the refusal scripts ("I don't have the bandwidth for this right now"), and the relationship renegotiation (some people are only in my life because I do all the work). Include: what would collapse if I stopped my emotional labor, who would actually learn to do their own, and whether I'm being caring or just afraid to be seen as uncaring.