How I Keep Going When Everything Feels Off

There are days I wake up ready to take the world by the messy bun and run my life like the capable woman I know I am.
And then there are days like today.

The truth?

Today I cried instead.

Not because anything’s “wrong” on paper.
The cornhole event went fine.
The house is quiet.
The to-do list is staring at me.
But my chest feels like a pressure cooker and my brain is moving through molasses.

👉 This isn’t burnout.
👉 This isn’t laziness.
👉 This isn’t drama.

💔 This is the weight of midlife transition no one warned us about.

It’s grief, identity shifts, and hormones playing dodgeball with your sanity.

I’m grieving friendships that faded.
Grieving the shift in motherhood where sacred moments don’t include me anymore.
Grieving the version of myself who once found validation in tracking every macro—and now feels betrayed by her own body.

And on top of that? I’m the emotional barometer in my marriage.
Balancing my feelings and his.
Trying to speak up without triggering shutdown.
Wanting to feel seen—not just tolerated.

Exhausted doesn’t even cover it.

🧠 The food noise is back.

It’s been two weeks since I came off my GLP-1, and suddenly I want everything: donuts, chips, the damn French onion dip.

And sure—my mom noticed the weight loss.
But when it’s the same “20 pounds” I’ve lost and gained more times than I can count, it doesn’t feel like a win.
It feels like a haunting reminder of how often I’ve started over.

🤯 What no one tells you:

Rebuilding your health, your marriage, your faith, and your identity—sometimes all at once—feels like walking uphill in wet socks with a broken compass.

But here’s what I’m clinging to:

• Healing isn’t linear. It’s lumpy and inconvenient.

• You don’t need to push harder—you need to tell the truth.

• Rest is part of the rebuild.

• Showing up messy still counts.

💬 So if today you're not "fine"...

Welcome. You’re not broken. You’re just in the middle.

And there’s space for you here—even if your hair’s a mess, your posts aren’t scheduled, and the tears haven’t dried.

Because sometimes this is what becoming looks like.

Inside Second Cup Society, we talk about the messy middle without shame. Come sit with us.