This is me. Raw and real.

This is what post chemo exhaustion looks like. This is me, completely bald, as my hair finally made its way out after a shower the other day.

I have this whole idea of leaning in with grace. Leaning into the discomfort. Leaning into the pain. Leaning into the frustration, the exhaustion, the tears, the loss of my outward identity, the sheer bullshit that this whole thing is.

Leaning in means that you allow those emotions to exist, you live in them and give them their due course.

Grace allows you to recognize them for what they are and accept them. Grace allows you to see the sun shining, to hear the laughter of your babies, to see the love of people jumping in to help or offer support.

Grace allows you to exist beyond the pain, discomfort, and all of the other shit.

Thank God for grace.

Love and light, always 💜