As I get older, I continue to experience soul-shaking moments that are clearly unremarkable to those around me. Each glimpse paints a clear picture of what could have been... and each moment shoves me under the surface, gasping for air. My childhood produced far greater damage than I realized. I think this is probably hard to comprehend for someone who has had a fairly normal life, loving parents, healthy parents, healthy family, healthy friends. Now, I know despite all those

"Comparison is the thief of joy."

You know, some days I sit, and I wonder if the universe is punishing me... or maybe even punishing myself. I realize that's dramatic, but truly. I'm sitting around today, like any other day. I'm looking at my house, my yard, a dog I never wanted (*don't crucify me here), my husband sitting on his phone, one kid watching TV, the other on their tablet. I didn't make dinner today. The house is a disaster. The yard is even worse.

As women, we navigate the complexities of marriage and healing, often finding ourselves at a crossroads. The journey can be filled with challenges, but it also presents opportunities for growth, connection, and self-discovery. Sometimes it just takes knowing we are not alone before we're able to thrive. I hope you find something that resonates with you here and you keep coming back.