This isn’t a love story. At least, not the kind with perfectly timed kisses, orchestral swells, and glittering happy endings.This is a love story with hospital gowns, late-night sobbing, oncology appointments, and more scans than you want to count. This…
A love note for the woman holding it all together when no one else notices.Dear Tired Self,I see you.Not the curated version.Not the “I’m fine” smile you wear when you don’t want anyone to ask.I see the version of you…
Because not everyone has the energy to charge crystals under moonlight in a velvet robe.Let’s be real:Some nights, you want to do a full moon ritual.Other nights, you’re just proud you remembered to take your bra off before bed.This post…
No one tells you love will break you.Not the kind in movies.The kind in waiting rooms.In sterile hallways.In whispered goodnights to machines.There’s a version of love that doesn’t come wrapped in romance.It arrives with fear.With diagnosis.With decline.And still—still—you choose it.Even…
You deserve space to speak — even if it’s just to the page.Try one tonight:What do I wish someone would ask me today? What am I holding that I don’t want to be holding anymore? If I could be completely…
You’ve been strong all day. Now let’s be soft—for two minutes.Because sometimes, two minutes is all you get. And yes, it still counts.Here’s your reset:Put your phone down (unless you’re reading this, obviously). Breathe in for 4… hold for 4……
Because the strong ones still need a soft place to land.You’re the one who remembers the appointment times.The one who knows which medication causes dizziness and which one requires food.The one who keeps track of the good days, the bad…
They don’t warn you about this part.When someone you love is diagnosed, the world splits in two—before and after.You step into a role you never trained for.You become their rock, their advocate, their strength.And somehow, without realizing it, you stop…
The first time I was a full-time caregiver, I had no choice but to dive in headfirst. I moved in with a family member who needed me while also raising my two small children, both under the age of five.…
There are moments in life that shatter you, leaving behind a before and an after. Cancer is one of them. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t ask permission. It barges in, tearing through dreams, routines, and futures, leaving devastation in its…
