When sickness hit our house, it felt like everything broke at once. Doctor visits, bills, sleepless nights—it was like drowning with no way out.
When sickness hit our house, it felt like everything broke at once. Doctor visits, bills, sleepless nights—it was like drowning with no way out.
I was so focused on the fear that I barely noticed the small things keeping us afloat. You running to the pharmacy at midnight. You cooking meals I didn’t have the energy to make. You sitting beside me, even when there was nothing to say. Those weren’t just chores—they were lifelines. And the first time I finally whispered, ‘Thank you,’ I saw your eyes soften, like it gave you strength too. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from missing the love that shows up when everything else feels impossible.
