06/09/2026
"Mommy, are you okay?"
"Mommy's fine."
That was my answer. The truth? I wasn't.
I had become really good at falling apart in private and pulling myself together before anyone else woke up.
I was exhausted.
My body hurt.
My mind wouldn't stop racing.
But I kept saying I was fine.
Six years ago, I died from a sudden cardiac arrest. When people hear that part of my story, they usually focus on the miracle.
What changed me most wasn't dying. It was realizing how long I had been lying to myself before it happened.
I wasn't fine. I was just used to carrying too much.
The problem with later is that later isn't promised.
My newest blog, “Not Fine, Just Used to It”, is live.
It's a personal reflection on the moment I realized that "fine" and "okay" are not always the same thing.
If you've ever said "I'm fine" when you really weren't, this one is for you.
🔗 Link in comments / bio.