People don’t like hard things or winter, but that’s when our perspectives get fine tuned.I didn’t understand that when I was young — I just knew that the hardest seasons felt endless and unfair, like I was always trying to outrun something I couldn’t name. But every version of myself that I’m proud of now…
My grandpa passed earlier this year, and when I went home last week, my aunt handed me a box of keepsakes and pictures. Inside was a single photograph that stopped me cold—one I’d never seen before. It was my birthday. I must’ve been five or six, sitting on my grandparents’ laps, my hair a little…
I grew up praised for being “responsible.” The dependable one. The one who could handle it. But underneath that word was something sharper: I was made responsible for things no child should carry. Responsible for moods I didn’t create, feelings I couldn’t fix, silences I didn’t cause. I became the buffer, the translator, the adult…
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