This week marked one year since my mom died.
As I stood in front of a group recently, every reason not to share showed up:
Don’t take up space.
Don’t make it awkward.
If you cry, you’ll seem attention-seeking.
If you don’t, you’ll be judged.
None of those voices were wrong. They were protective.
I shared anyway. Not to fix anything. Not for a breakthrough.
But so I didn’t have to carry it alone.
It was emotional. Uncomfortable. Relieving. And exhausting.
Just another step in the healing process.
Brené Brown says…




















