A World Out of Alignment
Some days don’t just pass; they press. Today was one of those days where the schedule looked like a standard Monday on paper, but felt like a marathon in practice. Between the professional grind, a much-needed adjustment at the chiropractor, and a heavy session in therapy, I’m left sitting in the quiet of the evening, wondering how one person is supposed to carry it all. My therapist and I are currently "in the weeds." We have a solid relationship, which is the only reason I’m able to do the gritty, soul-aching work of processing. Transitioning into life as a widow and a single mother isn't just a change in status; it’s a total identity overhaul. Suddenly, I am the primary wage earner, the sole decision-maker, and the emotional anchor for my son, Liam. The transition back into the workforce while carrying the weight of loss is exhausting. My weekdays are a blur of professional deadlines, acting as a personal chauffeur for Liam, and trying to maintain some semblance of a h...
