Lights Will Guide You Home (Or at least through your next sleepless night)
Note: This essay was written in late October 2025 and has been resting since then, unpublished. I decided to post it today as I started working on another essay. Writing is still a passion and love of mine, but as priorities have shifted in 2025, I've spent a little less time putting words on the page. My Biblical counselor says writing is good for me, and I believe her when she says it. I know it deep in my bones, that I am a better version of myself when I am writing, that the world makes more sense to me when I am using this reflective practice. Taking time for myself in postpartum days feels hard to do; yet, I think of the advice I often give patients who are parents-- you have to put your own oxygen mask on first, you have to prioritize your own health if you want to be around for your kids. Why does it feel impossibly hard to now apply that head knowledge to my actual life? Maybe it's because we do not have an easy childcare scenario, so it's just me runnin...
