06/02/2026
I need to share something heavy but incredibly real today. 💔✨
As a female stroke survivor with kids, there is a side of this journey that stays locked in our hearts: the guilt.
When I had my stroke, my youngest son was only two years old. I spent so many years focusing on healing, but as time goes on, you start to see the differences. You realize your kids experienced a completely different childhood because of what you went through.
There are days it breaks my heart. The ambition, the vibrant energy, the things I wanted to bring to the table for them—I couldn't do it for a long time. And watching how that shapes who they are today can make you feel like it’s your fault.
But I am learning that acceptance is part of the healing. Our families live through our struggles with us, and that is a hard truth to swallow.
To any mom or survivor out there carrying this same weight: I see you. It is not your fault. You survived to love them, and even in the quiet or different spaces, that love is enough.
Please know you are not alone in the quiet battles you fight. If you feel led to, drop a ❤️ or share your thoughts below. Let's support each other.