In a season where so much of my personal world felt uncertain and painful, work became the one place where I knew exactly who I was and what was expected of me. And I was good at it. I bloomed there. I learned. I grew. I performed. What I didn’t realise at the time was…
The wind was taken out of me. My mom is gone. People tell me she’s in a better place. I know they mean well – I really do – but it is a truly terrible thing to hear. I still want her here with me. I still need her. And yes, I know that sounds…
For a long time, I thought the way I was living was normal. I was functioning. I was productive. I showed up. I delivered. I held things together. From the outside, my life looked fine – even successful. Inside, I was exhausted. But not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
For a long time, I thought I was coping. I had a job, responsibility, a future I believed in. What I didn’t realise was that my body was slowly paying the price for my loyalty — and my need to succeed.