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Have you ever had so much on you that you felt weighted down? Anxiety, stress, depression, pressure overcoming your emotions, physical outlook on life, as well as dwindling down of the fiath that you have.

Don’t stay together for the kids. Do the work for them. Break the cycle for them. My husband and I have had seasons where we didn’t recognize each other. Hard months. Heavy silences. Moments where walking away felt easier than working through it. Yet, we stayed. Not out of obligation, but out of choice. We stayed because we knew love isn’t just something you feel. It’s something you fight for, even in the harder seasons, and that is what I want to show our children. We’ve learned to apologize when it’s uncomfortable. To talk when we’d rather shut down. To disagree without destroying each other. To kiss in front of the kids, so that they see love doesn’t disappear when life gets hard, or when tension grows. Because one day, our children will look for a relationship that feels familiar, and I don’t want familiar to mean walking on eggshells, or staying quiet to keep the peace. I want it to mean safety. Softness. Respect. Two people showing up, even when it’s hard. They’re watching us become their definition of love, so we try every day to show them a love worth finding. Not perfect, but honest. Resilient. Real. Because one day they’ll choose someone, based on what they saw in us. We’re not just raising kids, we’re shaping their definition of home. We don’t stay together for the kids. We do the work to make our marriage a safe one, for our kids. We rebuild when things crack. We love visibly, in front of them. Imperfectly, loudly, and always. Because we remember what it felt like to grow up watching love that didn’t feel safe. The yelling. The silence. The cold shoulders. The slammed doors. Because what broke us? Well, it won’t break them. We do the work. We build it with the kind of love they’ll never have to recover from. The kind that they will recognize as healthy, not the kind that they have to survive from. Because the cycle? Well, it ends with us. ❤️

Sometimes I think I’m inadequate like I am doing something way better than what I’m doing right now. I feel like I mess up so much man. All I try is being the REAL ME! Sometimes I wonder why is there a penalty on the play! Real is what IS wanted right? No I’m really asking! Right? I don’t know, sometimes I wonder is it really? Often questioning myself am I good enough, did I think this all the way through. Why cant I just give exactly what’s needed and not give the extra of how I feel. It hurts when I feel the spiked end of the stick.