We’re all going through something. The most coined termed lately is "Life is lifing". The world feels heavier, faster and more complex than ever. And while I honor that (truly, I do) I also need to name something that’s been sitting on my heart:

We’ve normalized emotional distance. We wait until people are gone to say what they meant.

Not because we don’t love each other but because somewhere along the way, we started letting the whirlwind of life become an excuse to disconnect. And I get it, we're trying to survive, to evolve, to make it to the next thing. But survival without connection feels hollow. It feels lonely. And I’m tired.

I'm tired of being the one who always has to speak up. To make the effort to stay connected. Tired of saying “I miss you,” “Let's link” “I wish you were here.” Tired of stretching myself to remind people that I matter too. Tired of being the emotional home for everyone and having nowhere to rest myself.

As the eldest daughter, it feels like the expectation is always you’ll understand. You’ll be strong. You’ll figure it out.

But no one stops to ask, “Are you okay?” or “How can I love on you in this moment?”

And the truth is, it doesn’t always require a grand gesture or hours of your time. Sometimes the deepest form of care is simply presence. A check-in. An honest, “I’m thinking of you.” Or even better, “What do you need?”

So let me say this: yes, life is happening. But love is a choice. Care is a practice. And showing up - truly showing up - doesn’t have to be complicated.

Be intentional with the people you say you love. Ask them what they need. Make space for their weariness, not just their wisdom. Because even the strongest ones get tired. 

And if no one has asked you today: What do you need? 

I’m asking now. 🧡