Sometimes I still stop and think…

How is THIS actually my life now?

Losing a child before me is something I will never fully understand. It’s a thought that crosses my mind every single day. Some days quietly. Some days like a freight train. But somehow… I still get up, make my coffee, talk to Sir Kit Kat, and keep going anyway.

That’s healing sometimes.
Not pretty.
Not inspirational.
Just continuing.

And while we’re talking about adulthood…
Can we PLEASE discuss grocery prices?! 😭

How are we supposed to survive out here?!

Healthy food costs a fortune now. Meanwhile junk food is practically on clearance every other day 😂

Although…
I DID score an insanely good deal on chicken breasts recently and honestly I’m still emotionally recovering from the excitement hahaha.

The kitchen has been full chaos lately too.

Meal prepping like a Queen 👑
Freezer Tetris level: impossible.
Coffee station: fully operational ☕
And apparently summer is becoming “the year of wraps” around here 😂

I also had a VERY “Shelly” moment while making my frittata this week.

Music blasting.
Kitchen in full swing.
I’m feeling confident.
Ready to whip the eggs together…

And I dump all the spices directly into the chicken and veggies instead 😭😂

I just stood there staring at myself like:
“You can’t even follow your OWN recipe.”

The funny part?
It actually turned out amazing 😂🍳

Honestly though, one thing genuinely helping my mental health lately has been getting out Friday and spending time with a good friend. Something shifted afterward in a really good way.

I can feel that little spark I thought I lost slowly coming back 💜

Tiny steps.
Baby steps.
But steps are still steps.

Even checking my mail and loading my laundry card this week felt like a win honestly. Anxiety can make tiny things feel enormous sometimes.

Meanwhile Sir Kit Kat has been living his best royal life:
😼 balcony patrol
😼 cuddles
😼 window supervising
😼 cube hiding
😼 receiving treats like the majestic fluffy king he believes he is

And honestly?
Good for him 😂

One thing I’m still struggling with lately is self doubt and learning to trust myself again instead of trusting anxiety.

But I’m trying.

That’s the important part.

And maybe that’s what people need to hear right now too:

You do NOT need to live life the way social media says you should.

You don’t need to heal loudly.
You don’t need to hustle constantly.
You don’t need to become somebody else.

Just do YOU.

The real you.
The messy you.
The exhausted you.
The healing you.

Because the world needs more REAL people 💜

☕ What part of adulthood do YOU think should come with a warning label? 😂

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Share it in the comments and let’s keep this conversation going.

And if this post spoke to you, feel free to share it with someone who might need this reminder too.

Thank you for being here, for reading, and for being part of this space.

We’re figuring this out one day at a time… together.

— Shelly 💛