October 9th, 2025: Reading Toxic Parents

Lately, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed — not because life is falling apart, but because I’m starting to unpack things I used to keep tucked away.

I recently started reading Toxic Parents, and it’s been… eye-opening. Painful, too. The words on the page stirred up memories and emotions I didn’t expect to feel again. It’s strange how healing can bring both clarity and chaos — like shining a light into a room you haven’t entered in years.

That same day, I got into an argument with my husband. It wasn’t really about what we were talking about — it was more about what I was feeling. The book brought up old wounds, and suddenly, even small things felt bigger than they were. The topic of therapy came up, and instead of calm conversation, emotions spilled out.

In the quiet afterward, I realized something: healing isn’t linear. Some days it feels empowering; other days, it feels like too much. But both are part of the process.

I’m learning that acknowledging the pain doesn’t make me weak — it means I’m ready to grow past it. I’m learning to give myself grace, even when my emotions feel messy. And I’m learning that the people who truly love us will weather those moments with us, even when the storm feels too strong to speak through.

If you’re in a season of emotional healing, please remember — it’s okay to not have it all together. Sometimes just showing up for yourself is the bravest thing you can do. 💗