This past month broke me open.
I ended a relationship I cared deeply about.
COVID knocked me all the way down—but gave me sleep like I’ve never had.
My house fell apart, my body’s adjusting to a new pain management protocol, and my heart’s hurting most of all—especially as I try to break toxic family patterns with my son, who sees me as always wrong and unworthy.
I’m still showing up. But I’m also starting to wonder what it would look like to let go.
This is what survival has looked like lately.