Author: stillmeinhere

The universe has a subtle way of telling you to keep it simple. The other day, I wasn’t even going anywhere. But I wanted to feel a bit more like me, so I sat down to do my makeup. I ended up taking my eyeliner off three times. Three. I was incredibly grateful I’d recently…

Still Something to Fight For It’s been a long week that spilled into the weekend. The kind where the world feels chaotic even if your own house is still standing. Where the noise outside your bubble presses in and you realize how much effort it takes just to stay regulated. I had therapy last Friday,…

A quick note before we begin This post touches on current events—not to argue, persuade, or inflame, but to reflect. I know writing this may cost me readers. But silence has started to feel like compliance, and inaction is still a choice. This is a thinking piece, written with care, kindness, and the belief that…

I was reading Gertrude McFuzz to Evelyn the other day when I had a very adult realization: Dr. Seuss absolutely knew what he was doing. This wasn’t really a children’s book. Or maybe it was—but he wrote it knowing we’d come back to it later with more life under our belts and far less patience…

I started writing this on Sunday and now it’s Tuesday—posting day—which feels fitting because my brain has been operating like it’s already Thursday since about 5:15 this morning. I’ll be honest: I feel a little all over the place. A little disheartened by analytics. A little tired of trying to remember the funny thing I…

Last week was New Year’s Eve, and I cried in my car. Way to start 2026’s first post, Bridgette. But in all seriousness—with some humor—everything will be okay. So, it wasn’t the cinematic kind of cry with swelling music or dramatic timing. Just tears spilling out because my stepdaughter told me something simple: her therapist…

My boobs are on fire with an ache that feels like when I was pregnant. Only this time, I am not. I’m nearly 45 years old, day 22 of my cycle, and we just bumped my estrogen patch up. I fell asleep with a heating pad on my chest, melatonin mixed in with my nightly…

Christmas Eve is tomorrow.Which feels impossible, considering Thanksgiving happened about ten minutes ago and Valentine’s Day items are already out, quietly reminding me that I’ll be 45 in less than two months. Rude. It’s crunch time. Christmas Day is two days away, and we’ve just passed the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year.…

Yesterday my brain was loud—not panicked, not spiraling—just constantly running. Spinning. Trying to solve something that didn’t have a clean solution. I felt it in my body before I could fully name it. My ears hurt. My sinuses felt dry and full at the same time. That familiar am-I-getting-sick-or-am-I-just-exhausted feeling settled in, and lately I’m…

First of all, thank you to everyone who checks out my weekly posts. Seriously. I know they’re sometimes messy and sometimes feel like déjà vu, but something in them keeps resonating with you all and you keep coming back for more. And for that, I am grateful. Saturdays at 1 a.m. apparently being my peak…