Don't Forget to Live
Notes on Living Well Divergently
It’s been a while since I've posted. Honestly, since finding out about my mom, I have been laser-focused on her care, finishing out homeschool for my kids, and trying to stay afloat. I felt my circumstances were too much for my nervous system, and my dreams were deferred once more.
This morning, after I made my mom her matcha, she grabbed my hand and said, “Precious, just because I’m dying doesn’t mean you stop living.” Her words soothed the guilt I secretly held for feeling like I was leaving her behind because, honestly, I am not ready to let her go.
The past week has been a wake-up call. We cannot control what life throws at us; we can only control how we move through it. But you can’t move through it unless you put your feet on the ground and walk it out one step at a time.
As neurodivergent people, the world often feels unbearably heavy. We sense what goes unspoken, feel both the seen and unseen, and absorb energy that doesn’t belong to us. And yet, in all that depth, we are so often the ones who go unseen.
Today, dare to take one step
even if your knees tremble beneath the weight of uncertainty.
Step for the ones who came before you,
step for the visions that visit you in quiet moments,
but above all
step for you,
because your breath is proof
that you are enough.
I needed to hear this more than you know. I am an activist and I spend most of my time giving to others. But I am also very very ill. And I don't have a lot to pour from my cup. I needed this reminder to care for myself and just take a breath because if I push to hard there is no me at all. Thank you for your words
Taking care of yourself is a gift to your mother, twofold. You not only will have the ability to care for her throughout her journey, but she also gets the peace of knowing that her daughter has her own back in all the best ways. Caregiving can be taxing, even in the best of situations. Much love to you and your family.