It’s been tough to sit down and write a blog post lately. My brain swirls with one thousand thoughts and ideas to share and yet, none of them totally complete. I have several drafts ready to publish but honestly, it feels forced (even, fake?) to post about dresses to wear to summer weddings (it’s coming, I promise) without stating the way I’m feeling.
I’ve briefly shared on Instagram but the past few months have been tough for my family. My dad’s health isn’t great & frankly, it sucks.
To make a long story, short: I’m struggling.
So often we are reminded that everyone is fighting some type of battle. So in regards to struggling, aren’t we all? If you’re reading this and can’t relate, I am elated for you. Maybe you’ve emerged through this type of season or haven’t come into contact with something that’s felt all enveloping.
I want to share with you that I’m struggling because we all do at one point or another. Recently a friend remarked that she felt like she was the only person not jet setting around the world or in the Hamptons for the summer. It’s so easy to feel that way while you scroll through perfectly pretty photos. I commented back to her that “no one shares the shit stuff.” It’s true. We don’t, AND, I cannot stress this enough, we don’t have to.
I haven’t shared the sadness because frankly it’s tough to dwell on, hard to talk about and I’m a strong believer that you have to allow yourself time away from it; whatever it may be. I haven’t shared feeling guilty for missing time at the office at a job that I love (and waited years to find!) I haven’t shared that it’s hard to want to reach out to friends because no matter how close you are, it’s hard to want to weigh anyone else down too.
But today, I shared. Because I wanted to, not because it was owed to anyone.