This coming year will be easier.
I feel like I can breathe.
I’m not in a panic, but my throat is tight.
I’ve been in survival mode for so long I don’t even know how to feel.
But I know this:
I’m not a failure.
None of this is my fault.
And I’m allowed to receive.

I really need to put this on my car bumper but in bigger letters
#perimenapauserage, #drmaryclairehaver

#Whiskerwednesday

A little late but still cute-Sheldon with a painting of his late brother (but still roams around the house) Leonard. ☺️

#booksky

Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life:

1. Kids laughing
2. Cooking with my son
3. The sunrise
4. First snow
5. My Cubs are winning

Has anyone watched Charlie Sheen’s documentary on Netflix? I’m not a HUGE fan but it was interesting.

And if you haven’t seen Bono’s one man show/documentary on Apple TV, definitely give that a watch.

I didn’t inherit silence—I shattered it.
I didn’t repeat the pattern—I ritualized the rupture.
I broke the lineage with ceremony, not apology.

I hold grief like a ledger.
I name the ache no one dared to speak.
I mother my inner child with irreverence and chocolate cake.