and you have to understand… sometimes the hardest thing in the world is simply making it to another day. and here you are. another day. still breathing. still feeling. still experiencing life in real time. you’re able to complain about your day because you’re alive enough to have one.

watching everybody finally put themselves first for mother’s day knowing tomorrow they going right back to putting themselves last 😭 and THAT is the part nobody talks about. because why do moms only feel allowed to slow down on holidays? why does rest feel like a reward instead of somethin

people hear “lupus” and immediately think my life stopped 😭💜 baby… the only thing lupus really stopped was me stressing myself out for people, situations, and expectations that were destroying me mentally and physically. lupus revealed a LOT. who drained me. what habits were hurting me.

nobody really talks enough about what motherhood quietly does to women the other 364 days of the year 😭💜 the mental load. the overstimulation. the guilt for wanting space. the pressure to keep showing up even when your body and mind are exhausted. and after a while… a lot of moms stop aski