The Exhaustion of Running from Yourself
I spent months applying for jobs, convinced the next opportunity would finally fix everything — the exhaustion, the grief, the financial stress, the constant feeling of never being enough. But somewhere in the middle of all the striving, I realized maybe I wasn’t just running toward something better… maybe I was running from myself.
This post is about burnout, chronic pain, faith, loneliness, worthiness, and the difficult surrender of accepting that maybe I’m not stuck after all.
Maybe I’m planted.
Who Ties Your Shoes?!
A tired, heartfelt, and occasionally sarcastic open letter from a teacher standing at the edge of summer asking one very important question: “Who ties your shoes?” This reflection explores learned helplessness, accountability, over-parenting, student burnout, teacher exhaustion, and why sometimes the most loving thing adults can do is step back and LET. THEM.
Potential: The Ugliest Word
Monday, A Midsummer Night’s Dream nearly got cancelled. By Friday, we had sold out every performance before opening night even happened. Somewhere between teenagers carrying scripts like emotional support blankets, Shakespearean chaos, audience laughter, and one very validating conversation with a parent, I found myself thinking a lot about trust, leadership, culture-building, and the curse of seeing what something could become. This one’s about all of that — told, appropriately, as a play in five acts.
I’m Fine… and yet, I’m Not
May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and while I’m proud of how far I’ve come in my journey with anxiety and depression, today is a reminder that growth doesn’t mean the struggle disappears. I know I’m blessed. I know I’ve come a long way. And still—I’m struggling. This is a real, unfiltered look at what it means to be “fine”… and not fine at all, and the truth that sometimes the most honest thing we can say is, “This just sucks right now.”
George Bailey was Onto Something
Somewhere between unanswered texts, sitting on bleachers at volleyball games, and wondering why spiritual growth always seems to come wrapped in suffering, I found myself asking a quiet but unsettling question: Does it matter that I’m here? This post is about feeling invisible in the spaces that matter most—at home, at work, in faith—and the reminder that our worth was never meant to be measured by how needed we are, but by how deeply we are loved.