“Not Resilient Enough”? Let Me Tell You a Story.

I was recently rejected for a job — a role I went through a five-stage interview process for. The reason? Someone “up top” decided I wasn’t resilient enough to manage their accounts.

Resilient enough?

I told a few people who know me — truly know my story — and they laughed. One even said, “Would they like the backstory?”

Because here’s the truth: Not only could I manage those accounts standing on my head, but I could also run the entire company — coffee in one hand, laptop and phone in the other, kids on my hip, all while cooking dinner, doing laundry, balancing a budget, scheduling appointments, and being the CEO of my life.

What they didn’t see was my story. What they didn’t ask about was my life. What they dismissed was my resilience — the kind that doesn’t fit neatly in a KPI dashboard or a PowerPoint slide.

They don’t see:

• A woman who has survived domestic violence and rebuilt her life — multiple times.

• A mother of four, raising a family while building a career, studying, working, healing, hoping.

• A human being who doesn’t just walk through fire — but dances on the coals, with a smile, carrying others along the way.

But sure — I’m not resilient enough.

I’ve had enough.

Enough of my worth being assessed by men in suits freshly pressed by wives the night before. Men who step into boardrooms while their partners carry the invisible weight of logistics, childcare, emotional load — life. Men who get applause for showing up at school pick-up once in a while.

Resilience isn’t wearing a tie and taking meetings. Resilience is waking up every day and showing up for your life — when it would be easier not to. It’s saying yes to the chaos, the mess, the pain — and building something better anyway.

So no — I’m not sorry. I’m not “too emotional. "I’m not “too much. "And I’m definitely not not resilient enough.

I am resilient by design. And I’m done shrinking myself for the comfort of someone else’s limited imagination.

To anyone who’s ever been underestimated:

They may not see your worth. But you know. And that is more than enough.

With Love,

Mumma XOXO

DISCLAIMER

I am not a licensed therapist, psychologist, or mental health professional. The information shared in this blog is based on personal experience, research, and general knowledge, and is intended for informational and supportive purposes only.

It should not be taken as professional advice, diagnosis, or treatment.