Heart & Hope
I wasn’t asking for miracles. I was asking for clarity.
For staging. For truth.
For a fighting chance to understand what we were up against.
Then the admitting physician walked in.
Cold. Detached.
That quiet arrogance that fills a room before he even says a word. His sense of superiority — nauseating.
He spoke like this was routine. Like this was nothing.
Like we were nothing. And then he said it.
Seeing Clearly Through the Holidays — On Smaller Circles, Bigger Hearts & Choosing What Really Matters
This was the first time in years where the holidays didn’t feel like something I had to perform my way through.
No proving.
No pretending.
No over giving.
No trying to hold onto connections that only holds me back.
Just a day that felt effortlessly full.
For the first time, in an extremely long time—the holiday felt like it fit.
This isn’t the season of my life where I chase people.
This is the season where I choose myself—and the people who choose me too.
