Host It, Don't Ghost it!
Before healing, there was survival. And survival demanded offerings—quiet, invisible sacrifices I made in the name of peace, safety, and acceptance. I didn’t call them sacrifices at the time. I called them choices. I called them love. I called them
My mom is no longer here in body.But she’s here.In the resilience I respect.In the care I try to offer.In the quiet, determined power I still seek to understand. She did it all.Four boys.Homemade meals. Clean floors.School nights, science fairs,
Today, I found myself reflecting deeply on everything that’s happened since my divorce… on my ex, on the kids, on the home I lost, and the self I found. It’s strange, in a painful, poetic kind of way. I didn’t
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