The Question That Broke Me
Mental Health Awareness Month is coming to an end, and if I were preaching, I'd probably have a lot to say. Maybe too much. But I think I'd start here. Earlier today, Dr. Lance sent me a message. Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing dramatic. Just a simple check-in. And if I'm being honest, I was immediately confused. Not because I didn't understand the question. Not because there was some hidden meaning behind it. I was confused because I am so accustomed to being the one check
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The Coin Flip of Sharing
So boom. One of my homegirls called me, and before she could even finish the sentence, I already knew what kind of conversation we were about to have. You know the tone. That “but when we’re together it feels so real” tone. That “he says I’m the only one he talks to like this” tone. That “I know what it looks like, but you don’t understand him like I do” tone. C'mon yall. I am tired. Not because I don’t care. But because women keep asking for advice when what they really want
May 124 min read
From the Pulpit to the Pediatric ER
And Somehow… the Sermon Followed Me There Sunday morning, I stood in a pulpit preaching about Martha. About exhaustion. About responsibility. About carrying too much. About women who spend so much time pouring into everybody else that nobody notices they’re running empty. And if you would’ve told me while I was standing there preaching that just hours later I’d end up sitting in a pediatric ER with my child… honestly? I probably would’ve told you maybe today wasn’t my day to
May 116 min read
