04/06/2026
There are quiet moments when I feel that ache for the life I once imagined, the easier path, the version of things that never unfolded the way I thought they would, and it’s a kind of grief I carry silently while still showing up every day to build something better for my child, something stable, loving, and secure, even when it costs me pieces of myself along the way, because being their mom means choosing their future over my past dreams, and somehow finding strength in that sacrifice, even when it hurts in ways I don’t always have words for 🤍
