So after our huge weekend (taking kids to QLD, and it not going very well), I was excited to get into a bit of routine yesterday. I got up early, took myself to the gym after a month off due to my MS flaring and school holidays. I initially took a photo post workout of me smiling and wanted to do some sort of “inspirational post” about gratitude and moving forward. 10 seconds after I took the pic I burst into tears and couldn’t stop. I sobbed and sobbed. My face and eyes just would not stop; literally uncontrollable. I messaged some of my besties (who happen to be in Kindship) to tell them I wasn’t ok. I was far from ok. I’d kept it together all weekend to survive, I’d used all the adrenaline I had, all the tools in my tool belt and yesterday when I felt safe… I totally lost control. I had nothing left to give, to anyone else or to myself. These amazing women reminded me of my efforts over the weekend and held space for me to fall apart yesterday. They weren’t trying to fix it, they could just understand and be there. So instead of a fake, inspirational post; here’s my no BS raw share. Sometimes, despite all the preparations, the efforts, the hard work… shit is gonna happen. And it’s ok not to be ok after that for a bit. What’s not ok, is doing that alone. That’s why our connections built in this community are so essential and vital. So grateful for my village yesterday, today and always 🧡