05/07/2026
Some days I look at my life and think… it’s kind of funny how things find you.
God has a funny way of placing you exactly where you’re meant to be, even when you would’ve never drawn it up that way yourself.
In a million years, my younger self would not have imagined this life, this work, this responsibility, this emotional weight, this constant pursuit of showing up for children who are misunderstood, emotionally complex, impacted by trauma, language impairment, and learning disabilities. I didn’t picture the silent parts either… the planning, the thinking, the holding, the wondering, the starting over again the next day.
It’s a job that takes a lot.
More than people see.
More than it sometimes gets credit for.
And still, there’s something about it that keeps pulling me back in, every single time.
Because beneath all of it, there’s meaning. There are moments of connection that don’t always look loud or linear, but they change everything.
And maybe that’s what makes it all feel so surreal… the load, the beauty, the challenge, the purpose, all held at the same time.
I love being an SLP.