Learning to Breathe Again
For many years, my nervous system had one job: survive. Not survive in the dramatic sense. I wasn’t running from danger every day. But I was the pillar. The decision maker. The one carrying five children, a nonprofit, a home, and all the unseen weight that life quietly places on your shoulders. When you’re the only one holding everything together, something remarkable happens. You become incredibly capable. You also become armored.
