I’ve had a health crisis already, a quarter-life crisis at 20, moved across the country multiple times, traveled alone, and taken huge risks with and without recklessness. I’ve started a family that fell apart the day my son died in my arms in premature labor. I’ve followed my heart and dreams ...
It gets better. You’re not alone. I promise that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes life just hurts. It tramples over your sensitive skin with the weight of every elephant known to man. And then all those elephants start to jump up and down. At the same time.