When I first became a caretaker for my mommy, I thought my job was to keep her healthy… to keep her alive. And sometimes that meant becoming controlling in ways I didn’t fully realize at the time. Now, looking back, there are moments I wish I would’ve flowed more instead of fighting so hard to hol

“I hate my body.” My title is a strong statement—I know. But it’s honest. In this season, I’m struggling to appreciate the changes my body is moving through. Motherhood has so many layers. Just when I begin to find my rhythm, I’m forced to adjust to something new all over again. Like many