In this episode, I open up about what it feels like when the cracks start to show — when control, the one thing that always felt safe, begins to slip away. I talk about the moments when I felt completely disconnected from myself… when I couldn’t recognize who I was anymore.

Control used to make me feel secure — it was my safety net when everything else fell apart. But this episode is about realizing that holding on too tightly can sometimes make you break. It’s about the exhaustion that comes from pretending you’re okay, the loneliness of trying to hold everything together, and the quiet strength that comes from finally admitting you can’t.

If you’ve ever felt like you were coming undone — like your grip on life, love, or yourself was slipping — this one’s for you.

🎧 Press play, take a breath, and walk with me through the cracks, the chaos, and the courage to let go.

This week’s Truth Talk Thursday is about the in-between space — when you’re no longer who you were, but not yet who you’ll be. I share what it felt like to be the “third wheel” with friends, to show up at my kids’ events no longer a wife, and to face holidays that looked the same on the outside but felt so different on the inside.

I talk about the tough conversations with my boys, an emotional text on my dad’s death anniversary, and how I’m learning to create a new place that truly fits me. Over the past couple years, healing and forgiveness have changed things — even bringing moments of unexpected help and kindness.

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November 2023 — Month Four. The month I asked myself: Where do I fit?

The house was falling apart, and so was my marriage. Repairs piled up, but instead of my husband showing up, it was his brother stepping in. Symbolic? Absolutely. Everything was crumbling — the home we built, the family we created, the life I thought I knew.

This month brought the first fights about money, watching him spend on someone else while I carried the weight of bills, sports, and the kids. I felt anger, betrayal, and disappointment — but I also found a strange clarity. I began to detach. I wasn’t fully free yet, but I was starting to take steps toward protecting myself.

Through it all, my boys gave me strength. Ryan’s last basketball season, Derek’s battles on the wrestling mat, Carson finding escape in time with friends — they reminded me why I couldn’t give up. And then November 17th came, the one-year mark of losing my dad. I reached out to my husband, hoping for comfort, but got only three words: “Yes, I know. Sorry.” Another layer of grief on top of the rest.

But even in the middle of all this, I survived. I kept moving. And that survival became something I could be proud of.

If you’re in your own “month four” right now, I want you to know — you’ll be okay too. The light breaking through the darkness? It only grows brighter.