03/21/2026
When I’m moving through something… I get quiet. I retreat.
Something I’ve really been working through lately is the guilt I still carry for dragging my children through my dark days with me. It was never intentional, it just happened. I became a mom at 17, already a pretty seasoned addict. When I say my kids and I have literally grown up together (especially my oldest), I mean that with everything in me.
“We grew up together” sounds sweet and sentimental ,and sure, it is, but it also has an ugly side. While they were discovering the world for the first time, I was also rediscovering myself… healing, facing, and integrating the ugliest parts of me. And that’s not always pretty.
Sometimes it looks like pointless arguments… saying things we wish we never did. Sometimes it’s just crying together because the other parent hasn’t made it out yet.
It’s not always pretty, s**t, I’m crying as I write this.
But I’ve realized something… some days it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to make mistakes and still keep living. That’s what this life is all about.
And maybe the real truth is… they didn’t just grow up with me, I grew into someone better because of them.
When it gets the ugliest—that’s usually right before everything changes. NEVER GIVE UP