Holding Things Together
Reflections on caregiving, emotional weight, exhaustion, grief, and the quiet ways we carry what life asks of us. A space for honest thoughts on loving, supporting, and holding things together through changing seasons.
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The difference between caring for someone and simply being with them When my grandmother died, I felt a bit of guilt. Not because I had necessarily done anything wrong, but because I spent so much time doing that, I didn’t feel I’d spent enough time just being with her. Between working full-time, juggling three teenagers…
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Sometimes exhaustion arrives quietly This morning I was sitting at my desk doing some work, and my niece walked in. She walked across the room and sat on my bed. “What’s up?” I asked. “I’m tired.” “Aren’t we all?” We laughed. She leaned back. “Stretch out,” I said, still laughing. She shook her head. “I’ll…
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Sometimes emotional heaviness arrives quietly Emotional weight isn’t something that happens suddenly. It often builds slowly. It can be layered, developing through fatigue, sacrifice, busy days, and small frustrations. It’s the feeling of being “on” all the time. It can lead to moments when something feels off, but you can’t quite figure out what it…
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Sometimes grief arrives beside joy The 4th of July has always been a big family day for us. It was one of my grandmother’s favorite holidays. The city has a huge 4th of July celebration every year downtown. It overlooks the river. They block the streets, and people gather to watch the fireworks light up…
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What if journaling only happened when you needed it? Writing in a journal is not something that I have always done. Honestly, I don’t write in my journal every single day. That may seem funny for a person who creates and sells journals, but the truth is, journaling, for me, is more about a process…
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