There’s a moment after telling your truth when your body finally realizes it’s safe to let go. I didn’t expect the release to feel so physical. I thought it would be mental, emotional, maybe even anticlimactic. But when I finally put the words into the world, my body responded first. My shoulders softened. My breath slowed. And I realized how tightly I’d been holding everything together. Letting go didn’t happen all at once. It never does. It happened in layers.

Loving someone who’s living with depression changes you. Not because you want it to, but because it forces you to see life differently.

This is what no one puts in the highlight reels: growth isn’t clean. But it’s worth it.

I wish I could tell you this season has been full of only palm trees and peace signs. But the truth? It’s been one of the most stretching seasons of my life. Yeah, that's what we'll call it.

It’s been over six weeks now since we officially became Floridians, and in so many ways, life is starting to feel different. Not because everything is perfectly unpacked or figured out (it’s definitely not), but because something deeper is shifting in me.

Florida Life & the Lessons I’m Learning. This past week, we even explored a new spot where the locals go—and for the first time, I didn’t feel like visitors. I felt like we belonged.