Some Days Are Heavier Than Others
My Roots for Rising Healing Out Loud. Unapologetically This blog exists because silence almost swallowed me whole. My Roots for Rising is where I heal out loud without apology, without performance, without shrinking the truth to make it easier for others to digest. I write from the root, where pain, love, exhaustion, and resilience live, so healing can rise honestly. Some days are harder than others. Some days are harder than others. There was a time when I thought about death the way people think about escape—not because I wanted to die, but because I wanted the weight to stop. The constant demand. The responsibility without rest. The feeling of being unseen while still being required to carry everything. What kept me from crossing that line wasn’t hope. It was fear. Fear that it wouldn’t work. Fear that I would survive it and end up paralyzed. And my children. Knowing I had children with someone who was a low-functioning parent, knowing they would be left unprotected and unsuppo...