Resilience in Real Time

Resilience in Real Time

A weekly letter from the middle of healing, motherhood, and midlife

There’s no ribbon at the end of this road. No certificate that says “Congratulations, you survived narcissistic abuse, menopause, and parenting two adult children with mental health struggles—please collect your prize.”

What there is, though, is this moment. This week. This breath.

Welcome to Resilience in Real Time—a quiet corner of the internet where I write about what it’s like to heal in the middle of life, not after it.

I’m a woman in her fifties who spent years surviving. Now I’m trying to learn how to live—with gentleness, a sense of humor, and a whole lot of grace for myself and those around me. Some weeks I’ll write about my adult sons and the heartbreak of loving them through bipolar disorder, depression, and the systems that don’t always help. Other weeks I’ll write about triggers I thought I had outgrown—or what menopause is doing to my ability to remember why I walked into the room.

But always, I’ll tell the truth. Not the social media version, not the tidy memoir ending. The real-time resilience it takes to stay soft in a world that has hardened you. To choose boundaries and still believe in love. To be exhausted and hopeful in the same breath.

If you’re walking through your own mess, your own middle—I hope this feels like a deep exhale. Like a friend saying, “Me too.”

Thank you for being here. Let’s take this one week at a time.