I almost let June pass without writing anything. Not because nothing happened. But because what happened was quieter than usual. Less crisis, more construction. Less managing, more trying. And I wasn’t sure that was enough to write about. But then I remembered, that’s exactly the kind of thing worth writing about. June has been mixed. […]
A lot of you reached out after the last post. You said you felt seen. I sat with that for a while. Because sometimes the most powerful thing you can do for someone is just tell the truth about your own life and let them find themselves in it. So thank you for that. I
Survival mode builds real strength; but it also closes doors. Here’s an honest reflection on what it means to come back to yourself after a season of just holding on.
Some weeks ask more of you than you feel like you have to give. Last week was heavy.And this week didn’t let up either. My sister was going through a crisis, and everything in me shifted into caretaker mode. The goal was simple: keep her out of the hospital. That meant infusions, multiple times during
At 4:00 a.m., everything feels louder. The alarm. The silence. The thoughts I try not to think during the day. I get up in the dark, move through my routine half-awake, and leave the house by 5, at the latest 5:10. By the time most people are waking up, I have already been awake for
