02/27/2026
The moment I stopped trying to power through.
A few years ago, my daughter was hospitalized.
We had already been to urgent care twice.
The swelling in her neck was getting worse.
They kept telling us it was swollen glands.
But my mama instinct knew something wasn’t right.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
My heart was racing.
Every time I drifted off, I jolted awake.
I was terrified they were missing something serious.
My brain latched onto worst-case scenarios.
The next day, I left work early and went to urgent care for myself.
And I finally admitted it:
I can’t power through this.
I need help.
I’ve never loved the idea of medication.
I prefer natural support whenever possible.
But the hospital stay pushed me over the edge.
Months later, once the medication fully kicked in, something subtle shifted.
The quiet fears that had always hummed in the background — about illness, accidents, the “what ifs” — got quieter.
I stopped living on edge.
Even traveling to new places felt different.
Being a healer doesn’t mean everything is perfect.
It doesn’t mean you never need medical support.
It means you listen.
To your body.
To your instinct.
To when you need help.
