08/20/2026
Parenting is hard. Period.
Solo parenting three kids is hard AF.
I’m sitting alone in a hotel room after dropping my last kid off at college, thinking about what the last 15 years have actually required of me.
The best visual I can give of solo parenting, is imagine climbing a very large, very steep mountain.
Except there’s no one carrying the other backpack.
No one with extra water if you run out.
No one saying, I’ll handle this one—you rest.
No one helping decide which path to take.
And no one standing beside you when you finally reach one of those incredible overlooks to acknowledge how far you’ve come.
So you learn to do that for yourself and be your own best friend.💕
I’ve spent a lot of years just plowing through. Handling the problems. Making the decisions. Taking care of it all.
I’m all the stronger for it and it’s made me who I am today.
But lately I’ve been thinking about something else.
My body has been climbing that mountain with me.
And so have my mitochondria.
I’ve talked a lot about my mitochondrial health this past year. I’ve tested mine and I’ve been actively working on repairing them. I’ve made progress—and I’ve also had setbacks.
Maybe I can’t completely separate what’s happening inside my cells from the life those cells have been carrying me through.
Fifteen years of being the one who handles it all.
The decisions. The worry. The emotional load. The physical load. The constant what’s next?
This isn’t a woe-is-me story.
I’m incredibly proud of what I’ve done and the strength I’ve obtained.
I got three amazingly wonderful kids where they are right now.
I DID IT.❤️
This next chapter isn’t about proving how much more I can handle, it’s about turning some of the energy I’ve spent taking care of everyone else back toward myself.
The mitochondrial rehab continues and my determination
is the strongest yet.
Full article is in Substack linked in my story today.🌟
Btw - this is a photo I took myself when I was just in Africa of Mount Kilimanjaro!