Lately life has been rough, the kind of rough that makes you question your very existence and purpose. I can’t quite get into the details of every single thing weighing on my heart and mind, but I can say that being the nurturer, caretaker, and healer for others can just drain you like a tub.

I’ve finally gotten to a place with my parents where I’m ready to speak my truth no matter how it will be received. I’m ready to work on releasing the resentment, guilt, anger, disappointment I have surrounding the way I was raised.

The Blog Post The Never Happened.