…Because two things can be true at the same time. There’s this weird pressure to package healing into something inspirational. If you’re growing, you’re supposed to be glowing. If you’re blessed, you’re supposed to be constantly smiling. If you have healthy kids, a roof over your head, people who love you, and things to be thankful for… you’re somehow not supposed to admit that you’re also completely drained. But I’m learning gratitude and grief can sit at the same table. I c

She’s not “too sensitive”… she’s carrying years of things she was told to just get over. She’s not dramatic. She’s exhausted. Exhausted from smiling through heartbreak. Exhausted from being the “strong one.”Exhausted from surviving things she should’ve never had to survive in the first place. She’s not bitter because she talks about what happened. She’s just done protecting people who had no problem hurting her. She’s not difficult because she has boundaries now. She’s just t

Easter hit different this year. Not in the soft, pastel, everything-is-beautiful kind of way. More like… everything looks put together, but underneath it feels like it’s quietly unraveling. I’m almost four months post back surgery. I had that moment—you know the one— where you think, okay, I made it. I’m getting my life back. And then I didn’t. One bad physical therapy session. One thing that was supposed to help me heal… didn’t. And ever since, it’s felt like I’ve been slidi