IF YOUR MOM BRAIN FEELS LIKE IT HAS 57 OPEN TABS… THEN THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU.

I know what it’s like to reheat the same cup of coffee three times and still not finish it. To finally sit down at 9:47pm, thinking “okay, peace at last” then remember the laundry’s still in the machine. From yesterday.

I wrote this book for that version of you. The one just

trying to hold it together.

IF YOUR MOM BRAIN FEELS LIKE IT HAS 57 OPEN TABS… THEN THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU.

I know what it’s like to reheat the same cup of coffee three times and still not finish it. To finally sit down at 9:47pm, thinking “okay, peace at last” then remember the laundry’s still in the machine. From yesterday.

I wrote this book for that version of you. The one just

trying to hold it together.

You’re not lazy. You’re just at capacity.

You’re the one who:

  • Knows everyone’s schedules but forgets her own appointments

  • Washes the dishes while the rice cooks while the baby cries while your brain races

  • Handles the birthdays, the fevers, the moods, the missing school socks, the never-ending crumbs

  • Apologizes when you snap because no one else sees what you're carrying

If your eyes are stinging reading this,

maybe don’t scroll just yet.

I’m not here to tell you to get up at 5am.

I don’t have a magic planner.

I don’t even have a house help.

I wrote this during nap times.

While reheating cold coffee.

While crying into the sink at 10pm because I was tired of being the “strong one.”


What I needed back then wasn’t another quote about “balance.”

I needed someone to say:


“You’re carrying too much. Let’s put some of it down.” That’s what
The Mental Load Reset is for.

Not to fix everything. Just to finally name it.

And help you shift the weight you’ve been holding in silence.

This book is the guide I wish someone had handed me while I was meal-prepping one-handed, rocking a baby on my hip, wondering why I was always angry and exhausted.

You don’t need a routine. You need room to breathe. And this book will help you carve it out, even in a life that doesn’t slow down.

What you'll get

When you order today:

A signed copy of The Mental Load Reset

A short handwritten note from me (just something human)

The Mental Load Map – a printable tool to help you see what’s actually draining you

Option to gift it to another mom

Free shipping (local)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m Isabelle Cruz.

I’m a mom of two which basically means I live with a tiny boss who snacks all day, doesn’t nap, and asks me “Can a dinosaur fit in our fridge?” while I’m trying to cook rice and answer work emails with one eye twitching.

I wrote this book somewhere between reheating the same cup of coffee for the third time and hearing “Mama? Mama? Maaaamaaaaaaa…” for the 97th time in one day.

No nanny. No house help. No secret routine.


Just me, two kids, one brain cell left, and a whole lot of invisible labor that no one else seemed to notice until I started naming it.

This isn’t a book I wrote from a peaceful retreat.

I wrote it while wiping counters, handling meltdowns, stepping on LEGOs, and asking myself “How is it only 10:14am?”

I didn’t write this to impress anyone.


I wrote it because I cracked.

And I needed something real to hold on to.

Now I’m handing it to you.

Because if you’re holding it all and still smiling through the tired…

you deserve something that finally speaks your language.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m Isabelle Cruz.

I’m a mom of two which basically means I live with a tiny boss who snacks all day, doesn’t nap, and asks me “Can a dinosaur fit in our fridge?” while I’m trying to cook rice and answer work emails with one eye twitching.

I wrote this book somewhere between reheating the same cup of coffee for the third time and hearing “Mama? Mama? Maaaamaaaaaaa…” for the 97th time in one day.

No nanny. No house help. No secret routine.


Just me, two kids, one brain cell left, and a whole lot of invisible labor that no one else seemed to notice until I started naming it.

This isn’t a book I wrote from a peaceful retreat.

I wrote it while wiping counters, handling meltdowns, stepping on LEGOs, and asking myself “How is it only 10:14am?”

I didn’t write this to impress anyone.


I wrote it because I cracked.

And I needed something real to hold on to.

Now I’m handing it to you.

Because if you’re holding it all and still smiling through the tired…

you deserve something that finally speaks your language.