When a child falls over… What do you do? You pick them up. You help them. You tell them it’s going to be alright. But something changes when you grow up. As an adult… You fall— And instead of help… You get judged. Criticised. Talked about. Left to figure it out o

I thought my life was over. Twice. And honestly? At the time… It was. Everything I thought I had… Gone. Divorced. Lost. No direction. And I hit a point where I just thought— What’s the point? But something changed. Not overnight. Not magically. I just go

You don’t always have to be strong. Not all the time. Some days… You’re allowed to break. To cry. To scream. To feel like everything’s falling apart. I’ve had those days. Days where I didn’t have the answers… Didn’t have the strength… Didn’t even want to keep going.