Observing Love from the Sidelines

Why Being Single Isn’t a Deficit — It’s a Vantage Point 

I’ve been single for almost 18 years. I’ve never been married. Yet somehow, friends keep coming to me with relationship questions, heartbreaks, and divorces. I didn’t sign up for this gig- it just… happens. Apparently, sitting quietly on the sidelines gives one a kind of unintended credibility.

Watching others navigate relationships has taught me something important: love is not a single feeling. It’s a system- a balance of different forms that must coexist to endure. In Greek, these forms are agápē, éros, and philia:

• Agápē: unconditional, committed love that persists even when life changes.

• Éros: passionate, desire-driven love that fuels intimacy and connection.

• Philia: friendship, mutual respect, and the enjoyment of shared presence and values.

The strongest relationships integrate all three. Remove one, and the foundation weakens: passion without friendship can burn out; loyalty without desire can feel hollow; friendship without commitment may not survive hardship. Observing relationships over the years, I’ve realized why so many marriages falter. People often don’t fail because they stop caring- they fail because they never achieved that balance.

I remember sitting in a church pew years ago, listening to Pastor Ronnie’s sermon about the different types of love in relation to God. If God is Love- and if Love is patient, kind, truthful, protective, persevering, and never fails, as Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 13- then it’s only fair that I have very high standards for any relationship I might enter.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

When I read this passage, I see that it’s not just an aspirational statement- it’s a structural blueprint. Love that endures doesn’t rely on intensity alone, or fleeting attraction, or blind loyalty. It is a careful balance: patient, kind, truthful, protective, persevering. That’s exactly what I look for in relationships, even from the sidelines.

That understanding isn’t just lofty theology or idealistic poetry- it’s a practical lens for observing love in real life. And it’s also why I’m okay being single.

I’ve learned that settling for a relationship that doesn’t meet the full balance of agápē, éros, and philia would be worse than being alone. Sure, being single means I sometimes get the side-eye at family gatherings, and yes, I’ve had people suggest that I “just lower my standards a little” (as if integrity were negotiable). But being single allows me to preserve clarity, observe love without getting swept up in it, and recognize patterns that most people only see in hindsight- usually after a heartbreak or a divorce.

Remaining single isn’t a punishment or a deficit. It’s a vantage point. It’s where I’ve learned that love isn’t measured by who you’re with, how often you date, or how intense the passion feels at the moment. It’s measured by how well love holds together the different layers - desire, friendship, and commitment - without breaking the people involved.

And that’s why friends keep coming to me for advice, even though I never sought the role. It’s not about having all the answers or any special authority. It’s simply that observing love from the sidelines provides clarity that intensity often obscures. Sometimes you don’t have to live every experience to understand it; sometimes, you just need to watch, reflect, and recognize what endures- all while occasionally sipping your coffee and quietly enjoying the fact that you don’t have to share a bathroom with anyone who steals the covers.

The Mother I Wanted to Be, and the Mother I Had to Become: A Single Mom’s Quiet Grief

When Strength Becomes the Only Option: The Hidden Grief of Single Motherhood

I came across a TikTok recently that caught me completely off guard. It wasn’t dramatic or loud or meant to go viral- it was just a mother being honest. A single mom, pouring her heart out about the kind of mother she never got to be. 

She said she wasn’t soft anymore.
She wasn’t the cuddler, the comforter, the warm, gentle place her own mother once was for her.
Instead, she had become the enforcer.
The provider.
The protector.
The parent who carried everything on her back, even when she had nothing left to give.

She admitted she didn’t know how to be soft on a regular basis. Not because she lacked love, but because softness is a luxury in a life where you’re the only line of defense.

And what broke me wasn’t just her words… it was the comment section.

One woman said, “I found myself becoming the angry man I swore I left.”
Another wrote, “Single moms are robbed of the mothering experience we deserve.”
Someone else added, “Dads make everything so hard for me with zero acknowledgement of how it affects his kids.”
And the original poster responded with something that hit a part of my soul:
“When I see a father with his children genuinely being a father, it hurts a part of me for them that I’ll never be able to heal.”

I felt that.
Every syllable.

Because as a single mom, especially one who raised a son who begged for his father, I’ve been there. I’ve lived in that place where you’re responsible for everything, including the emotional environment you’re drowning in. I’ve tried so hard to stay the nurturer even while fighting my own battles, my own health, my own exhaustion, my own heartbreak.

And let me tell you:
Trying to be soft while living in survival mode is a war most people don’t see.

We don’t talk enough about the grief single mothers carry, the grief of the mother we wanted to be. The mother who would have more patience. More gentleness. More time. More emotional availability. More margin. More help.

We don’t talk about how single moms mourn the version of childhood they wish their kids could have had.
We don’t talk about the guilt that sits heavy on our chests at night.
We don’t talk about the jealousy that flares when we see a father actually show up for his kids, not because we resent the dad, but because we ache for what our children deserved.

And we definitely don’t talk about how hard it is to stay soft when life keeps hardening you.

But here’s something I’m learning:

Even if I wasn’t always the picture-perfect nurturer.
Even if I had to be the enforcer, the provider, the protector.
Even if I had to be both mom and dad, soft and stern, gentle and strong.

I was still there.
I still showed up.
I still loved them fiercely.

Sometimes “soft” doesn’t look like cuddles and warm cookies and soothing words.
Sometimes “soft” looks like fighting for a child who feels abandoned.
Like holding the line when you want to collapse.
Like protecting them from the very person who should have protected you too.

And sometimes, the mother we had to become is the exact one our kids needed to survive.

To any single mom grieving the soft mother she wanted to be:
You’re not alone.
You’re not failing.
You’re rebuilding a life from the ground up with strength most people will never understand.

And even if you had to become tougher than you ever wanted to be, you are still raising children who know what resilience looks like. You’re showing them courage. You’re showing them loyalty. You’re showing them what it means to stay- even when others walked away.

You are not “less than” for being both soft and strong.
You are more.
And your kids will one day understand just how powerful that is.

Raising Kids for a Future We Can’t Predict: High Expectations in a Post-Pandemic Economy

 Adaptability: The Real Skill We Can Teach

Parenting in a rapidly changing economy was hard enough before. But now, after a generation of kids went through “shutdown isolation mode,” we’re expected to not only teach them how to manage money, plan careers, and survive adulthood- but also how to interact with other humans without panicking.

As an elder millennial, I can barely predict how my own budget will survive the month, let alone map out a full economic plan for a teenager. Meanwhile, schools are supposed to teach kids to budget for a world where rent is skyrocketing, wages are frozen, and half the careers they might pursue don’t exist yet. Oh, and don’t forget: many of these kids are just learning how to look someone in the eye and carry on a conversation. Because, you know, two years of isolation totally didn’t mess with their social skills.

So yes, the expectations are high. Unrealistically high. We’re told to prepare our kids for an unpredictable economy while simultaneously teaching them soft skills that even the adults are still learning. Financial literacy? Sure. But maybe first teach them how to survive a family dinner without retreating under the table. Career readiness? Absolutely- but let’s start with explaining that not every Zoom call needs to start with a TikTok reference.

The truth is, I can teach them values that last- resilience, adaptability, curiosity, and empathy. These skills will carry them further than any perfectly executed budget spreadsheet or futuristic career roadmap. Because the economy will keep shifting, industries will keep evolving, and yes, life will keep throwing curveballs. The goal isn’t to “future-proof” our kids. It’s to raise humans capable of thriving despite the uncertainty.

The truth is, at this point, I can guide them, share lessons I’ve learned the hard way, and help them develop values that will carry them forward- resilience, adaptability, and common sense. I can’t control the economy, predict the housing market, or guarantee a perfect career path. What I can do is support them as they make their own decisions, stumble, learn, and grow into adults capable of handling uncertainty. Because raising an older teen isn’t about shielding them from the world- it’s about preparing them to step into it with confidence, even if I wouldn’t always make the same choices myself. 

Paid Off, Worn Out, and Still Running (Kind of Like Me)

 I was sitting in the Walgreens parking lot today, waiting on a prescription, when I noticed all the shiny new cars around me- the ones with heated steering wheels, backup cameras, and monthly payments that look like rent.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in my 2008 Jeep, with a hood that’s shedding paint like a snake in spring. The luxury? It’s paid for. That’s right. No car payment. No “your bill is due” reminders. Just me and my gloriously unbothered old Jeep.

Sure, the tires are new- because I do prefer my children alive-  but otherwise the thing is aging like a feral cat: difficult, loud, and somehow still surviving.

My dad used to say new cars were a lousy investment. “Keep an old one,” he’d tell me. “If you learn how to work on it, you can always keep it running.”

I thought he was being dramatic. Turns out, he was teaching me economics, survival, and emotional endurance all at once. It wasn’t about the car- it was about not relying on things (or people) that fall apart the first time life sneezes on them.

And somewhere along the way, those lessons bled straight into motherhood.

Because moms- especially single moms- are experts in the quiet trade-offs nobody sees.

We keep the same winter coat for seven years, but make sure our kids get new ones the second theirs seem “a little snug.”

We wear tennis shoes until the tread is basically a suggestion, but our kids somehow have three pairs from the latest trend cycle and the backup pair “just in case.”

We skip buying our favorite snacks so the pantry can be filled with their favorites. We pretend we don’t even like snacks.

And on the nights when there’s just enough food for everyone except us, we suddenly “aren’t hungry.” Kids never notice. They’re too busy eating the meal we quietly made sure they had.

These sacrifices don’t come with fanfare. Nobody applauds them. They’re just woven into the rhythm of everyday life- the invisible currency of keeping your children safe, fed, confident, warm, and ready to face the world without carrying the weight you carry.

My Jeep may be rough. My coat may be old. My tennis shoes may have seen better traction back when I did, too. But my kids have what they need- and a lot of what they want- because I decided that my comfort could wait.

One day, maybe they’ll understand. Maybe they’ll look back and realize love isn’t loud. It’s not always shiny. Sometimes it looks like driving an old Jeep in a parking lot full of new cars… and being proud of it.

So why does the grass always look greener on the other side- especially to our kids? Maybe because they’ve always played on grass we watered. They don’t see the long nights, the stretched dollars, the patched jackets, or the worn-down tread. They just see a world where things show up for them, because we quietly made sure they did. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe the real sign that we’re doing it right is that they never had to wonder how the bills got paid or why we were still wearing that same winter coat. 

To every mom out there doing the same invisible math every day- choosing stability over sparkle, love over luxury- just know this: the grass is greener because of you!

The Everyday Parent vs. The Fun Parent: What Kids Don’t Always See

Kids can be brutally honest, but also completely blind. They’ll walk into the kitchen, open a fridge that you made sure was stocked, pull on the clothes you just washed, toss their backpack down (that you probably bought on a last-minute Target run), and still act like you’ve done absolutely nothing for them.

Then they come back from a weekend at Dad’s. Oh, the stories. Every second was “amazing.” He was funny. He was cool. They went out to eat. No bedtimes. No nagging. All fun, no stress.

And of course, that must mean life is like that at his house all the time, right? Because Dad doesn’t have bills, or work, or actual responsibilities. He’s just permanently stuck in vacation mode.

And when the glow wears off, when homework and chores and regular life kick back in, what happens? Suddenly Mom is the villain. Mom, who does the morning and afternoon carpool line. Mom, who makes the breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. Mom, who pays the field trip fees, buys the soccer cleats, remembers the permission slips, and holds them while they cry after a fight with a friend. But apparently, all of that gets wiped out by one game of candy poker at Dad’s.

Let’s not forget the financial side. Ballet classes, baseball uniforms, field trips, birthday presents for every kid in their class - who pays for those? Mom. New shoes when theirs mysteriously vanish into thin air? Mom. The emergency $30 for “school spirit day” tomorrow that you find out about at 9 p.m.? Yep, Mom again. Dad might clap proudly at the recital or ball game, but the ticket to even be there was bought with Mom’s sacrifices.

But do kids realize that? No. To them, ballet and field trips just exist. Clothes magically appear in their drawers. They don’t know that you’re quietly juggling bills, stretching dollars, and giving up things for yourself so they don’t have to go without. They don’t see that Dad gets to swoop in, play hero, and never once feel the weight of what it took to make that “fun” possible.

And then it happens. Out of nowhere, usually during an argument or a hard day, your child drops the bomb:

“Maybe I should just live with Dad.”

It doesn’t matter if they’re seven or seventeen - those words never stop hitting like a knife to the chest. In one sentence, every sacrifice you’ve ever made gets erased. The field trips, the hospital nights, the birthday parties you pulled off when money was tight… gone. And the worst part? It’s not even about Dad - it’s about the illusion of Dad. The highlight reel. The “fun parent” performance.

But when your kid says it, it doesn’t feel like they’re rejecting the illusion. It feels like they’re rejecting you. It feels like they’re saying, You’re not enough. You’re too strict. You’re too boring. You’re not fun. And it cuts deep because you know damn well you’re the one who makes sure they even have a life to enjoy in the first place.

Sure, go live with Dad. See how fast the groceries restock themselves. See who actually signs your permission slips, who buys your school fundraiser junk, who knows which brand of cereal you’ll actually eat when you’re moody. Go ahead - test the theory.

And here’s the kicker: even when they’re teenagers, dripping in sarcasm and rolling their eyes at everything you say, you know the truth. At the end of a brutal school day, when they walk in with tears threatening to spill, it’s not Dad they turn to. It’s Mom. Because deep down, they know who can handle the hard parts. They know who will actually listen, who will talk them through the mess, who will carry their emotions like it’s second nature.

Dad might get the highlight reel. Mom gets the whole movie - every scene, every meltdown, every triumph. And yes, it hurts like hell when the star of that movie looks you in the face and says they’d rather change directors. But the truth is, they wouldn’t even have a story without you.

So to the moms holding it all together, even when it feels like no one notices: you are the heartbeat of your child’s world. You are the reason there’s food on the table, clean clothes in the drawer, and comfort when life feels too heavy. You’re the steady voice that talks them down when they’re falling apart, the arms that hold them when they can’t hold themselves, the safe place they will always come back to - whether they realize it now or not.

And yes, sometimes it feels like you’re invisible. Sometimes it feels like they’ve forgotten every sacrifice, every late night, every quiet way you’ve held their lives together. But here’s the truth: they haven’t forgotten. They can’t. Your love is stitched into the fabric of who they are. It shows up in their courage, in their laughter, in the way they carry themselves through the world.

One day - maybe when they have kids of their own, maybe in a quiet moment years from now - they will finally see it. They’ll see you. And when they do, they’ll realize the real hero of their story was never the one with the fun weekends. It was the one who showed up every single day, with love that never quit.

Because at the end of the day, it was always you.

Writing My Way Through

 

I’ve been deep in the process of writing a book lately. I didn’t set out with some polished plan or publishing dream, it just started with getting things out of my head and onto the page. Turns out, writing your own story is a lot harder than it sounds.

Some of what I’m writing about touches on the harder parts of motherhood, survival, chronic illness, identity, and the kind of love that teaches you things whether you’re ready or not. I’m not going into full detail here, that’s for the book, but I’ve been peeling back layers I didn’t know were still there. It’s been healing in some ways, stressful in others. Emotional, always.

It’s also a learning curve. There’s more to writing than just pouring your heart out. I’m figuring it out as I go, and it’s taught me just how much I’ve held in over the years. Writing it all down feels like taking inventory of things I’ve lived through and asking, "What do I want to carry forward?"

I don’t think I’ll be giving regular updates on the book. That feels like too much pressure. But I might share little pieces here and there - things that didn’t make it into the chapters but still deserve a place. Moments, thoughts, maybe even old journal scraps that I’ve carried with me.

So if you’re reading this, thanks for being here. Thanks for letting me be a little messy and unsure. This blog has always been a space for me to breathe out what I’ve been holding in. Writing a book is just a louder version of that, I guess.

Still writing. Still healing. Still learning. 

-H

Someone Should Have Told Me to Hang Up the Phone

 Someone Should Have Told Me to Hang Up the Phone

I think I’m getting old.

Now, I know age is just a number—and according to the doctor’s office assistant who complimented my “youthful glow,” I’m apparently winning that game—but still. Age sneaks up on you, not with gray hairs or back pain (okay, sometimes with back pain), but with moments. Moments like this one...

I’m sitting in a waiting room, minding my business, when I overhear a teenage girl chatting on the phone. Correction: announcing to the world that her boyfriend is currently on the toilet, doing some gastrointestinal heavy lifting. Classy.

I wasn’t even embarrassed for him. I was embarrassed for her. She was there with a friend, laughing, scrolling, existing in a cloud of youthful chaos. I leaned over, trying to be lighthearted, and asked her friend how old they were.

“Nineteen,” she said.

Nineteen. And the girl on the phone? She was talking to her boyfriend about her prenatal visit.

Their conversation turned into a mini argument right there in the waiting room. He didn’t seem thrilled about anything, especially not the baby shower coming up in a few weeks. She offered to drive several hours just to pick him up, to which he replied that this would interfere with his “job.” And by “job,” I mean… illegal extracurriculars. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say she had to remind him that no, she didn’t want substances in her car—again—because getting arrested once was apparently enough.

My eye-rolling reached DEFCON 1.

I don’t know if it was the mom in me, or the “been there, done that, got the baby tee” in me—but something snapped. I looked that girl dead in the eye and said, “Hang up. Hang. Up. The. Phone.”

It didn’t matter that I didn’t know her. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t technically my business. All I could think was: Someone should have told me to hang up.

I got called in for my appointment and didn’t see how it all played out. Maybe she listened, maybe she didn’t. But in that moment, I couldn’t stay quiet. Because I was that girl once. Nineteen, pregnant, in over my head. Running in circles with the wrong crowd. Trying to navigate adulthood with a baby on the way and a mind still halfway in high school.

Nobody told me to hang up the phone. Nobody pulled me aside and said, “Hey, that guy isn’t going to be there when it matters. You’re not in the right space to raise a baby with someone who’s already acting like a ghost.”

But who would have told me? Who even could have told me? It’s not like people were out here giving unsolicited wisdom bombs at random OB appointments.

And yet… maybe they should’ve been.

Now, here we are—an entire generation of young girls growing into young mothers. Many will end up doing it alone. Some of them have moms who are doing their best, but don't know the full story. Some of them are hiding things. Some are scared. And some, like me back then, don’t even realize they need saving from the path they’re on.

So here’s the question: Can we, as a society, butt in? Can we speak up, from one mom to another, and say “Hey, this road? It’s a dead end. Try turning here instead.”

Can we do it with love and without judgment? Can we throw out lifelines before the ship fully sinks?

I see so many single moms struggling, so many reaching out in Facebook groups, asking for advice, support, strength. What if we could get to them before that point? What if a little truth-telling in a waiting room was the start of something better?

Maybe we’re not just getting older. Maybe we’re becoming the voices we wish we had. The ones who say, “Hang up the phone, girl. There’s a better life waiting.”

The Archaic Use of Guilt Tripping

 Breaking the Cycle: The Archaic Use of Guilt Tripping

Ah, the classic boomer move: "I did this for you, so now you owe me." It's a tried-and-true tactic that’s been passed down through generations like a family heirloom—only less glamorous. And while it might work for getting the dishes done, it sure doesn't do much for emotional connection.

But wait, it gets better! The grandparents chime in too, unintentionally stacking on more "obligations" to the pile. Whether it’s a favor, a gift, or a well-meaning piece of advice, the cycle of emotional debt becomes a

never-ending chain. It's as if emotional manipulation is the family tradition no one ever signed up for. But here's the kicker: the problem isn’t just that we feel obligated, it’s that we don’t even realize it’s happening.

So, what now? Well, it’s time to break that cycle. It might sound impossible—like trying to change a family recipe that’s been passed down for decades—but it’s doable. Start with communication. No more “you owe me” or "I did this for you" guilt trips. Instead, let’s speak up, set boundaries, and show love without strings attached. Imagine a family dynamic where everyone feels supported instead of indebted. It’s not just a dream; it’s a choice.

How do we break this cycle? Start small. Have a conversation with your loved ones. Be honest, but approach it with care. You don’t have to confront decades of patterns all at once. Let them know how you feel, and ask for what you need. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but in the long run, it’ll lead to healthier relationships. Set boundaries around the "you owe me" mentality, and make it clear that your love and support come without strings attached. Most importantly, keep an open heart and mind. Change takes time, but it's worth it.

For Kids...It’s Hard, But Worth It: And hey, for the younger generation navigating these dynamics—breaking the cycle isn’t easy. It may feel like you're fighting an uphill battle at times, but keep in mind that you’re not just reshaping your own future. You’re setting a new example for the next generation, showing them what healthy, balanced relationships look like. So, take a deep breath, be kind to yourself, and remember that change takes time. But the effort? Absolutely worth it.

Interview with Spoon Full Of Sugar Rex & Nelle

In February of 2023, I was honored to be interviewed by Rex with Spoon Full of Sugar. Spoon Full of Sugar is a dedicated 501(c)3 organization founded by Rex and Nelle Muhlestein, who has personally experienced the challenges of living with an autoimmune disease. Committed to raising awareness about chronic pain and fatigue, they aim to educate the public, support those affected, and advocate for better understanding and treatment options. By providing resources, support groups, and educational materials, Spoon Full of Sugar  strives to empower individuals and families navigating the challenges of chronic pain and fatigue. Their efforts are aimed at fostering a compassionate and informed community. 

This interview was just prior to my diagnosis of my third macroadenoma. To learn more about the work they do and about Nelle's story, check out the following link: 

SPOON FULL OF SUGAR

CHRONIC PAIN & SUFFERING AWARENESS

Breaking the Cycle: Generational Trauma Among Women and the Impact on Our Daughters, Granddaughters, and… Our Love Lives (Oh, and Friendships Too)

Hello, Supermom.

It’s no secret that being a single mom comes with a whole lot of superpowers. You're juggling everything—kids, work, social life (who are we kidding, what's a social life?), and of course, surviving the never-ending mountain of laundry. But what happens when the weight of not just your responsibilities but also the invisible baggage passed down through generations lands on your shoulders?

Enter generational trauma—a phrase that sounds a lot like it should come with a therapist’s bill, right? But, hey, don’t run for the hills just yet. Understanding this concept can actually help you understand why you sometimes find yourself feeling a little... well, triggered by things that seem innocuous to the outside world. Trust me, you’re not crazy. You’re just carrying some old, unnecessary family baggage.

Generational trauma refers to the emotional, psychological, or behavioral patterns passed down through families, often from mother to daughter, grandmother to granddaughter, and so on. Think of it as a gift that no one wants. This trauma is often linked to unresolved issues like abuse, neglect, or emotional hardship that were never fully addressed in earlier generations. These patterns show up in everything from how we handle relationships (you know, those “lovely” male relationships we have) to how we interact with our friends, and even how we parent our children.

Let’s face it—mother-daughter relationships are already complicated. But when you add the weight of generational trauma into the mix, it’s like trying to fit a giraffe into a minivan. The impact of what your mother or grandmother experienced doesn’t just disappear. It trickles down, leaving invisible imprints on the next generation. If your mother struggled with low self-esteem, unhealed emotional wounds, or maybe had trouble trusting men (you know, just a tiny thing), guess what? You might have inherited those struggles, and whoops—now your daughter might be struggling with them too.

And let’s not even get started on how this affects granddaughters. I mean, if you thought watching your own daughter struggle with relationships was hard, just wait until you see your grandchild trying to figure out how to love, trust, and not become a walking example of unresolved issues. It’s like the family drama of the century, only you can’t mute it.

Friendships. Ah, yes. Those sweet, supportive relationships—unless you're walking around with a backpack full of generational trauma. It’s no wonder so many women struggle to form and maintain meaningful friendships. If you're constantly carrying emotional wounds that stem from childhood, how in the world are you supposed to trust your friends, let alone let them see the real, unfiltered version of yourself? Add in the fear of rejection, a deep-seated need for validation, and an instinct to protect yourself at all costs—and suddenly, your girl group is full of surface-level small talk and a whole lot of emotional distance.

But hey, it’s not just you. You know your friend who always cancels plans at the last minute or seems to be constantly involved in chaotic drama? Yeah, she might be carrying a bit of generational trauma herself, and let’s be real—chaos seems to be part of the package deal. Until we start working through these deeply rooted patterns, our friendships might feel more like a game of emotional dodgeball than a safe place to lean on.

Now, let’s talk about relationships with men. Cue the dramatic music, right? If you grew up in a household where emotional neglect or toxic masculinity was the norm, it’s no wonder you might struggle with relationships later in life. You know, that whole “I’m not worthy of love” thing or the “All men are fill in the blank” mentality. Or how about this one: "I don’t need a man!" Yeah, we’ve all said that, but sometimes that “independence” mask is really just a shield from the hurt caused by a broken relationship or emotional scars left from childhood.

We’re not blaming anyone here (okay, maybe a little). But let’s acknowledge the obvious: we teach our daughters how to navigate relationships based on what we learned about them growing up. So, if the men in our lives weren’t great role models—maybe they were absent, emotionally unavailable, or just plain toxic—it’s pretty likely that we’ll unintentionally attract those same types of men. And trust me, our daughters notice. "Mom, why do you let him treat you like that?"

And here’s a fun twist—men who have grown up in similar circumstances (hello, unresolved generational trauma) might find it equally hard to navigate healthy relationships. It’s like trying to make a smoothie with half the ingredients missing.

Now, here’s the kicker. Because generational trauma often goes unaddressed, many women end up seeking psychological treatment outside of the home. It’s not just about therapy sessions or support groups (although, thank goodness for those). It’s about realizing that the pain you’re carrying isn’t just your own—it’s an emotional inheritance. And honestly, breaking the cycle sometimes requires a little more than a good talk therapy session.

We might need to dig deep and do the hard work—whether that’s through therapy, journaling, yoga, or (dare I say it?) emotional triage with the bestie over a bottle of wine. But here’s the thing: It’s worth it. Breaking generational trauma is hard, messy work, but it’s the only way to create a healthier, more emotionally stable future for our daughters and granddaughters. Plus, who wants to pass down a bunch of unresolved issues along with the family heirloom china? Let’s make healthier legacies.

Breaking the cycle isn’t about perfection—it’s about healing. Healing means allowing ourselves to feel the emotions we've buried, forgiving our parents (even when it’s hard), and choosing to live differently for the sake of the next generation. It means allowing our daughters to see us struggle, but also showing them how to rise above.

So, let’s get real. We can break the cycle. It starts with awareness, honesty, and the courage to take action. And if you need a little help along the way, that’s perfectly fine. Trust me, no one said breaking generational trauma was easy—but it is possible.

And hey, if we can survive all of that and still manage to laugh at ourselves along the way, then maybe—just maybe—we’re onto something good.

Single Moms: The Unsung Superheroes and Their Quirky Stats

Single moms—where do we even begin? These women juggle more than most can even imagine, and they’re doing it with grace, wit, and an unstoppable drive. But did you know just how amazing they really are? From owning homes to running businesses, single moms are out here proving that they can do it all. So, sit back, grab a cup of coffee (or wine, we don’t judge), and check out these quirky stats that show just how awesome single moms truly are.

First off, let’s talk about homeownership. Yep, you read that right—over 30% of single moms are homeowners. Not only are they managing to keep it together, but they’re also buying homes while raising kids solo. Talk about multitasking! Forget about the “struggling single mom” stereotype—these women are securing mortgages and living the American dream, one home at a time.

And speaking of dreams, guess who’s out here running businesses? You guessed it: single moms! More than 2.5 million single mothers are entrepreneurs in the United States. That’s right—while some of us are struggling to remember where we put our keys, single moms are launching companies. Whether it's running a local bakery, offering consulting services, or designing apps, single moms are proving they can handle boardrooms just as easily as they can handle bedtime stories.

Now, let's get academic. Who says single moms aren’t going back to school? About 29% of single mothers are enrolled in college—because who doesn't need a degree when you’re already the CEO of a household? Many single moms are going after degrees in everything from business to healthcare to tech. Some are even diving into fields like STEM, breaking barriers and showing the world that single moms are as tech-savvy as they are tough.

And the cherry on top? Let’s talk degrees. A lot of people might assume that single mothers are too busy to think about going back to school, but the reality is, single moms are acing it—literally. They’re going for it in areas like education, business, and even engineering. About 14% of single moms hold degrees in STEM fields (yes, you read that right, STEM!). Who needs a knight in shining armor when you can wield a degree in electrical engineering and a laptop?

And while we’re at it, let’s clear up another common misconception: being a single mom doesn’t mean you’re out of the dating game forever. In fact, about 40% of single mothers eventually remarry or enter long-term relationships. Some single moms are just too busy conquering the world to think about marriage right away—and hey, they’ve got high standards now. They're not just looking for a partner; they’re looking for someone who can keep up with their awesomeness.

But here’s the thing: despite all of this success, it’s not just about the numbers or the degrees. Single moms face a lot of challenges, and yet, 77% of them say they’re proud of their accomplishments as parents. Raising kids while navigating life as a single parent is no easy feat, but these moms do it with a sense of pride and determination that is absolutely unmatched.

So, the next time you see a single mom, give her a high five, send a thumbs up, or better yet—offer to babysit while she enjoys some much-needed alone time. These women are doing everything (literally everything), and they’re doing it with style, smarts, and a side of sass. Single moms aren’t just surviving—they’re thriving, and they’re doing it fabulously.

When Does The Assault Stop Assaulting You?

 Overcoming the Mental Obstacles After Domestic Violence: A Path to Healing for Single Moms

Being a single mom is tough. There’s no doubt about it. Between balancing work, school runs, and the endless cycle of laundry, dishes, and “Mom, I can’t find my other shoe!”—it can feel like a never-ending challenge. But for moms who have survived domestic violence, the road ahead comes with additional emotional and psychological hurdles. The trauma doesn’t just go away because you’ve left the situation. It lingers, quietly (or not-so-quietly) showing up in every part of life, from motherhood and dating to sleep, self-worth, and everything in between.

In this blogpost, we’re going to take a compassionate, real-talk look at how domestic violence can interfere with your everyday life—and offer some hope, kindness, and humor along the way. Because while the path to healing might feel rocky, it is absolutely possible to regain a sense of peace, balance, and joy, one small step at a time.

How Domestic Violence Interferes with Motherhood

Motherhood is already hard enough without throwing in the emotional baggage of surviving domestic violence. But guess what? You’re not alone, and there are ways to make it through.

1. Trust Issues (And Not Just With Your Kids’ Other Parent): After being in an abusive relationship, trust can be a major roadblock. You might find it hard to trust others—your kids’ other parent, new people in your life, or even your own ability to make safe decisions. It’s completely normal to feel a little paranoid or overly protective. But take a deep breath. Trust can be rebuilt, slowly. Start small, with tiny steps, and give yourself credit for each one.

2. Motherhood Fatigue (The Emotional Kind): You’ve survived something no one should ever have to experience, and the emotional toll can feel like running a marathon in flip-flops. Mental exhaustion can make it hard to show up as the mom you want to be. Sometimes you might find yourself zoning out, feeling numb, or overwhelmed by the endless demands. Be kind to yourself—you're doing your best, and that’s enough.

3. The Guilt Monster: You might sometimes feel like you failed your kids by staying in the abusive situation for as long as you did, or that you’re not doing enough to protect them from future hurt. But here’s the truth: you did what you had to do to survive. Now, as a survivor, you are showing them resilience, strength, and the power of starting over. The guilt has no place in your life anymore—let it go, mama.

How Domestic Violence Affects Dating (And Why You Might Want to Hold Off on Dating for a Bit)

Ah, dating. It’s complicated enough without the emotional fallout of an abusive relationship. But if you’ve been through domestic violence, you might find yourself feeling hesitant, unsure, or downright scared of the idea of dating again.

1. Fear of Repeating the Past: It’s a very real worry. You might wonder, "What if I get involved with someone who’s just like my ex?" That fear is valid, but it’s important to remember that healing means trusting your instincts again. With time and therapy, you can learn to spot the red flags and recognize when something isn’t right. But don’t rush—take it slow, and give yourself the time and space to heal before jumping into anything new.

2. Emotional Unavailability: You’ve been through a lot. And after such trauma, it’s okay to feel emotionally unavailable, even if you're longing for connection. But here’s the good news: that feeling doesn’t have to last forever. In fact, a break from dating can give you the space to focus on yourself, your kids, and rebuilding your confidence. When you’re ready, you'll be better equipped to form a healthy, balanced relationship—not just with someone else, but with yourself.

3. Fear of Judgment (No One’s Perfect, but You’re a Survivor): You might worry that someone will judge you for being in an abusive relationship in the first place. Spoiler alert: the right person will admire your strength. Anyone who doesn't understand the complexities of your journey isn’t worth your time. So take your time and trust that the people who matter will support you and respect your past.

How Domestic Violence Affects Sleep (Because, Seriously, Who Can Sleep Through This Stuff?)

If you’ve survived domestic violence, then you know it can mess with your sleep in a major way. But the thing is, you’re not crazy. Trauma can have serious physical effects, including sleepless nights that feel like they’ll never end.

1. Nightmares and Flashbacks (Thanks, Trauma): The memories of what you went through can sometimes resurface in the form of nightmares or intrusive thoughts. It’s like your brain can’t switch off, even when your body is begging for rest. If you’ve ever woken up in a cold sweat at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling and wondering when it’ll end, you’re not alone. But with time, therapy, and coping strategies, you can regain control over your sleep patterns.

2. Hypervigilance (Your Brain Just Won’t Let Go): For many survivors, the feeling of being constantly “on guard” doesn’t disappear the moment you leave the abusive relationship. You might have a hard time feeling safe at night—always listening for noises or feeling like something is about to go wrong. This is a form of PTSD, and it takes time to unwind. But here's the thing: you're strong, and your body can learn to relax again with the right support.

3. Hormonal Rollercoaster: Chronic stress can mess with your body’s chemistry, leading to insomnia or restless sleep. The good news is that once you begin to address the trauma and start practicing self-care, your body can find its balance again. And yes, that does mean getting a full night’s sleep eventually (hallelujah).

When Do You Start Feeling "Normal" Again?

Let’s be honest: “normal” feels like a distant dream sometimes. But here’s the thing: recovery isn’t about getting back to a perfect version of your old self. It’s about creating a new version of yourself—one that’s wiser, stronger, and more resilient than before.

1. Healing Takes Time (Like, a Lot of Time): Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking you’ll be “normal” after a quick weekend retreat or a few weeks of therapy. Healing takes time. You might feel like the trauma never stops following you, but little by little, it will lose its power. You will laugh again, feel joy again, and rediscover parts of yourself that you thought were lost forever.

2. Can a Fresh Start Be a Mental Fresh Start?: A new city, a new job, or a change in your surroundings can help create a sense of physical renewal. But here’s the secret: the real fresh start comes when you start healing mentally and emotionally. Therapy, support groups, self-love, and understanding your journey will help you rebuild the foundation of who you are. And when you do that, you might just find that “normal” starts to feel more like a distant memory—one that doesn’t have the same power over you anymore.

3. When Does the Assault Stop Assaulting You?: This is the tough question. It’s the one that lingers, doesn’t it? "When does the assault stop assaulting you?" The truth is, it stops when you take back your power, reclaim your peace, and redefine what life looks like without the shadow of your past looming over you. Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means living fully, even with the scars.

My Final Thoughts: You’ve Got This (And So Much More)

So, here’s the good news: the road to healing is long, but it’s also full of hope, laughter, and unexpected moments of joy. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, but with time, support, and a little bit of humor (because let’s face it—life is too short to take too seriously), you will get there.

Remember, it’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. You’re allowed to take time to rebuild. But most importantly, you are already doing the hardest part—surviving. And that, my dear, is something to be incredibly proud of.

You’ve got this. And there’s so much more waiting for you on the other side. 💪💖

 Title: Surviving the Holidays as a Single Mom (or Woman) Without Making Life-Altering Decisions

Ah, the holidays. A time for joy, love, family, and... loneliness? Yep, it’s real. For single moms and single women, this season can be a reminder of what you don’t have or where you might feel “lacking.” But before you dive headfirst into a dating app frenzy, or worse, a bottle of wine (let’s be honest, we’ve all been there), let’s take a breather and talk about how to survive this season without making impulsive decisions you’ll regret in January.

1. The “Holiday Boyfriend” Trap

If you’ve spent one too many lonely nights scrolling through dating apps, you’ve probably thought, “Maybe a holiday fling would make this season better.” And while it’s tempting to snatch up anyone with a pulse (and a decent picture), remember: A holiday fling isn’t the answer to your feelings of loneliness.

Let’s break it down: A guy who’s into you just for the holiday cheer? That’s not a real relationship. A holiday romance can be cute in the movies, but in reality? It’s the human equivalent of a gift card. And we both know you deserve more than that.

Instead of trying to fill the empty spot next to you with a temporary solution, why not be your own holiday treat? Take yourself out on a date, check out the pretty light shows, buy yourself that delicious hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows), and watch a holiday movie where no one is crying over missed flights or misunderstandings. You can do it all, solo.

2. Drinking Away the Loneliness: Not the Best Holiday Spirit

There’s no shame in having a glass of wine after a long day, but when loneliness strikes, the temptation to overdo it is real. We’ve all been there: One glass turns into three, and before you know it, you’re texting your ex at 11 p.m. (Don’t do it, girl). The key here is moderation.

Instead of letting alcohol blur the lines between “I’m having a fun holiday” and “I’m numbing my feelings,” try this: Swap your typical drink for something that’ll nourish you, like herbal tea or a mocktail (you know, something fancy that says, “I’ve got it together”). Plus, you'll feel way better about yourself when you're not hungover for the 12th time in a month. You deserve better, not the head over a toilet.

3. Taking Care of Yourself Without Taking a Mental Health Leave

Single moms, I see you. The holiday season is extra work when you’re trying to juggle kid activities, school projects, and keeping up with the demands of your job. If there’s one thing you can’t afford, it’s burnout. But how do you recharge when it feels like there’s no time for yourself?

First of all: Breathe. Just breathe. Your mental health is as important as anyone else's. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, take five minutes in the bathroom with a cup of tea. It doesn’t sound like much, but those five minutes can be a mental reset. Also, when possible, lean on your support system, whether it’s family, friends, or even a fellow single mom who gets it.

And if you’re feeling like you're about to snap? Take a break, even if it's just for an hour. Schedule a “me-time” appointment in your calendar that’s non-negotiable. Go for a walk, do a quick yoga video, or blast some upbeat music and dance around your living room (just don’t let the kids see you; they’ll think you’ve lost it).

4. Don’t Neglect Your Friendships

It’s easy to focus on your kids, your job, and your own “fixing it all” mindset. But that doesn’t mean your friendships should fall by the wayside. Text your bestie, invite a friend for a cup of coffee, or hop on a quick call with someone who gets you. Friendships, especially during the holidays, are essential for your mental health.

Also, as much as you love your kids, they can’t replace adult conversation. If you need to vent, or even just share a funny holiday moment, lean on those friends who make you laugh and remind you that you’re more than just a mom or worker-wonder. You’re still you, and you deserve to feel heard.

5. Your Kids Need Your Best (Not Your Tired, Frazzled Version)

We know your little ones are your world. But let’s be real: The holidays can be a lot. While you're juggling presents, family gatherings, and making sure everyone is fed, don’t forget that your kids need YOU in the best shape possible (even if “best shape” right now means, “I’m wearing yoga pants and haven’t showered in 48 hours”).

Remember, you don’t have to be the Pinterest-perfect mom. It’s okay if the Christmas cookies are store-bought, or if you can't make it to every holiday party. What matters is that you’re there. Your kids need your presence, not perfection. If you’re at your wits’ end, it's okay to admit you need help—ask for it. You’re not superhuman, despite the cape you’re constantly wearing.

6. Work, Work, Work... But Don’t Forget to Have Fun

For single women and moms alike, work doesn’t stop during the holidays. Deadlines don’t take a holiday, and neither do those pesky emails that seem to arrive 24/7. But here's the thing: You can only go full throttle for so long before you burn out.

So, get organized! Prioritize tasks, delegate when possible (yes, even if that means getting your kids to put their own laundry away or your coworker to handle that one report), and plan moments of downtime. Set a time in your calendar to watch a Netflix special or enjoy a quiet evening reading a book. You can work hard and play hard. It’s all about balance.

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In Conclusion: You Got This, Holiday Warrior
The holidays are tough for single moms and women, but with a little bit of humor and a lot of self-care, you can navigate the season without the emotional baggage that comes from making rash decisions. So, embrace your solo power, take breaks when needed, enjoy your own company, and remember—you’re not alone in feeling this way. Other single moms and women are right there with you, navigating the season and doing the best they can. Keep your head up, take care of you, and let the holiday magic come from within.

After all, you are the best gift this holiday season.

Mom’s Dating Too Soon After Filing for Divorce: What You Need to Know (And When to Pump the Brakes)

Mom’s Dating Too Soon After Filing for Divorce: What You Need to Know (And When to Pump the Brakes)

Let’s face it: divorce is messy, emotional, and—let’s be real—exhausting. As a mom navigating the new world of post-divorce life, you might find yourself thinking, “I’m ready to start dating again! I deserve a little fun!” But then, the questions flood in: When is it too soon? Is it okay to introduce Mr. New Guy to the kids? And if I start swiping right, will my ex think I’m doing a terrible job as a parent? Let’s unpack these questions with a sprinkle of humor and a dash of reality. 

When Is Too Soon to Start Dating After Filing for Divorce?

If you’re asking yourself, “When is it okay to start dating again?” the answer is: well, it depends. If you’ve just filed for divorce and are still fighting over who gets the couch, you might want to pump the brakes. Not because you can’t be ready for a relationship, but because getting into a new one while you’re still sorting out the emotional wreckage can sometimes be like trying to put up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. It’s too soon, and your emotional strings are still a bit tangled.

Don’t get me wrong—dating after divorce can be fun, but it’s important to give yourself the time you need to heal. Think of it like buying new shoes: You wouldn’t get new sneakers if you still have a blister on your heel. So, take your time, enjoy the single life, and let yourself heal before rushing into something new.

Is It Okay to Introduce a New Partner to Your Kids?

Ah, the million-dollar question. Should you introduce your kids to Mr. New Guy, or is it better to keep your love life in the “don’t ask, don’t tell” category for a while longer?

The truth is, there’s no one-size-fits-all answer, but most experts (and probably your kids) will tell you that timing is everything. Introducing a new partner too soon could be like giving your child a new puppy before they’ve fully recovered from the old one running away (yikes). Kids need time to adjust, and introducing a new person into the mix might feel confusing or overwhelming, especially if they’re still processing the changes from the divorce.

A good rule of thumb? Wait until you’re in a committed relationship, and not just having fun on weekends. You’ll want to make sure you and your partner are in it for the long haul—and that your kids are ready to meet them. Consider this: If your new boyfriend doesn’t know the difference between a bedtime story and a horror movie, he might not be quite ready to meet your kids.

The Perks of Dating After Divorce (Yes, There Are Some!)

Okay, let’s talk about the perks of getting back out there. Because, yes, there are some silver linings to the post-divorce dating world. And it’s not all about feeling “wanted” again, though that’s nice too.

1. Confidence Boost: Let’s face it: Divorce can feel like a blow to the ego. Dating again helps you rediscover that sparkle that had been dimmed by, well, “married life.” Dating gives you a reason to get dressed up, even if it’s just for a date with your couch and Netflix.

2. Emotional Support: Everyone needs a little TLC, especially after a divorce. Dating can provide the emotional support you might have missed out on during the separation. And no, I’m not talking about needing someone to help you assemble IKEA furniture. I’m talking about someone who listens to your rants and makes you laugh when you need it most.

3. Role Model for Your Kids: Believe it or not, you’re teaching your kids about relationships—healthy and unhealthy ones. Being in a positive relationship can show them that love doesn’t have to be scary, and that it’s okay to move on after a tough chapter in life.

4. Rediscovery of Fun: Remember fun? (It's that thing you used to have before the dishes, laundry, and endless "parenting moments" took over your life.) Dating again can remind you of how enjoyable life can be, especially when you get to not talk about your ex over dinner.

Would Dating Too Soon Be Frowned Upon in Court?

As much as we’d like to think that the judge has a "no new boyfriends before the ink dries" rule, dating too soon typically won’t affect your custody arrangements—unless it does. For instance, if your new beau is, say, a professional clown (and not in the "funny ha-ha" way), it might be a bit concerning to a judge. But as long as your dating life isn’t disrupting your parenting responsibilities, it’s unlikely to raise any eyebrows in court.

That said, if your ex feels like your dating is messing with the kids or causing unnecessary drama, they could potentially bring it up during custody hearings. So, if your ex is constantly sending you “concerned” texts about your new relationship, it’s important to keep things low-key until you’re sure the kids are emotionally ready.

Will Your Ex Hold It Against You With the Kids?

Ah, the ex. We all love to hate them, especially when they start making unsolicited comments about your love life. Will your ex hold your dating against you? The short answer: possibly, especially if they’re still stuck in the past. Some exes will try to weaponize your dating life to make themselves feel better or create more drama. But here's the thing: You can’t control what your ex does or says. All you can do is keep your kids’ best interests at heart and show that your dating life isn’t interfering with your ability to parent.

It’s crucial to maintain a respectful and calm demeanor, especially if your ex is having a hard time with the idea of you dating. Kids can pick up on tension, and they don’t need that added stress. Keep things as peaceful as possible for their sake, and remember—your love life is yours to manage.

Final Thoughts

Dating after divorce isn’t a race. It’s a journey. If you’re ready to put yourself out there, go for it—but remember to take it slow and consider the emotional impact on your kids, your ex, and yourself. Dating too soon can feel like jumping into a pool without checking the water temperature, but when you’re ready, it can also be one of the most rewarding experiences of your post-divorce life.

So, whether you're laughing over bad dates or finding someone who makes you feel like the queen you are, remember: You deserve to move on at your own pace, and it’s okay to take your time before introducing someone new to your kids.

Surviving the Chaos: A Single Mom's Journey Through Health, Heartache, and Hope

 

Surviving the Chaos: A Single Mom's Journey Through Health, Heartache, and Hope

Being a single mom is brutal. Throw in a few health conditions, a dash of mental health challenges in your kids, and a sprinkle of “when will this all end?” and you’ve got my life. But somehow, here I am—three-time brain tumor survivor, Auto-immune warrior, and managing a household with two older kids who’ve seen their share of struggles too.

It’s not the life I expected, but it’s the life I’ve got. And if I’m being totally honest, sometimes it feels like I’m starring in my own reality show, with the subtitle “How to Survive Parenting While Battling a Dozen Chronic Illnesses.” Spoiler alert: It’s not a glamorous show, but it’s mine, and I
’m still here to tell the story.

The Health Struggles: A Never-Ending Rollercoaster

Let’s talk about health for a moment—because, as you can imagine, it plays a huge role in my day-to-day. I’ve survived three brain tumors, battled through SLE lupus, fibromyalgia, essential tremors, ankylosing spondylitis, and rheumatoid arthritis. And I won’t even go into how many medications I juggle, because let's be honest, it’s probably a list long enough to fill a grocery cart.

When you're navigating your own health battles, the last thing you want to do is let your kids down. But here's the thing: Sometimes you do. Sometimes, the pain, the exhaustion, and the constant medical appointments feel like too much. And while I wish I could be the superhero mom who never runs out of energy or patience, the truth is, I don’t always have it in me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not trying.

The Parenting Challenge: Navigating Mental Health and Raising Teens

Now, let’s add two older kids into the mix. I’ve got a 16-year-old and a 21-year-old, both of whom have their own mental health challenges. For years, I’ve tried to be the mom who has it all together. The one who provides both emotional and physical support while holding down the fort. But, let me tell you, sometimes it feels like I’m holding on by a thread.

There are days when I can barely keep my eyes open, but my kids still need me. They need emotional support, guidance, and sometimes even a ride to their own doctor’s office (and if you’re a mom, you know that therapists and appointments aren’t exactly around the corner). The guilt can be overwhelming when I’m dealing with my own struggles and can’t always give them the support they deserve. But here’s what I’ve learned: I’m doing the best I can, and that’s enough. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.

The Balancing Act: A Circus Without a Net

Honestly, some days it feels like I’m in the circus. I’m juggling multiple health conditions, appointments, kids’ emotional needs, schoolwork, housework, and let’s not forget the random crises that seem to pop up at the most inconvenient times. I’ve gotten pretty good at pretending that I’ve got everything under control, but in reality, I often feel like a duck—calm on the surface and paddling furiously underneath.

But in the midst of it all, I’ve learned to embrace the chaos. Because really, what other choice do I have? So, I make jokes when I can. I laugh when things get absurd (because trust me, they get absurd), and I hold onto the small moments of joy. Those are the moments that keep me going.

Finding Strength in the Madness

The truth is, I don’t always feel strong. There are days when I question how much more I can take. But every time I think I’ve reached my breaking point, something happens. Maybe my kids show me a little bit of grace, or I manage to get out of bed and make it through the day. Sometimes, it’s just one small victory—like getting through a doctor’s appointment without breaking down—that reminds me I’m still standing.

It’s not easy, and it’s not pretty. But I’ve learned that strength doesn’t always look like you think it should. Sometimes, strength is simply showing up. Even when you’re tired, even when you’re scared, even when you don’t have the answers.

A Message of Hope

To all the single moms out there—especially those of us dealing with health challenges and kids who need extra care—know this: You are not alone. I get it. The exhaustion, the guilt, the fear—it’s real. But so is your strength. So is your love. So is your ability to keep going, even when everything around you feels like it’s falling apart.

So, here’s my advice (and trust me, I’m still figuring it out too): Take it one day at a time. Don’t be afraid to laugh when you can, cry when you need to, and ask for help when you’ve reached your limit. You don’t have to do it all on your own, and it’s okay to not have it all figured out.

If you’re looking for inspiration, look no further than yourself. Because you’re already a warrior.