Inspired by my conversations with my beautiful friends this weekend…
There was a time I believed love had to be hard. That friendships had to be earned. That family meant tolerating dysfunction. That survival mode was normal. That struggle was just part of the package.
I believed that pouring into everyone else was how I proved I was worthy. That rest had to be earned. That I had to hold it down, hold it all together, and hold my tongue to keep the peace.
But I’ve broken free from that thinking.
And what’s wild is, I’m not the only one.
I look at my friends now, some I’ve known for decades and others who found me along the way, and I’m in awe. We really did that. We’ve raised children who have no idea of the chaos we had to climb out of. They don’t know what it’s like to go to bed hungry or hold adult secrets as little girls. They don’t carry the weight of survival in their bookbags on the way to school.
Because we healed. We changed the story.
We became the role models we once dreamed of. We became the example. The blueprint. The proof.
Our daughters see us love ourselves out loud. They see us laugh now. Rest. Set boundaries. Build businesses. They see us say, "This doesn’t feel right," and walk away. They see us love each other with kindness, not competition. They see strength that doesn’t scream but knows exactly when to speak.
That alone is everything.
What I’ve learned is that real connection, whether it’s friendship, family, or romantic love, doesn’t have to feel like struggle. It doesn’t have to be constant work. It doesn’t have to drain you to be deep.
I don’t subscribe to the belief that everything meaningful has to be heavy. I’ve lived heavy. I know what that feels like. But now, I want softness. I want joy. I want ease. And I’m no longer afraid to admit that.
I want to laugh with my friends and not wonder who secretly resents me. I want conversations that don’t require recovery. I want love that feels safe, not performative. I want people around me who allow me to be all versions of myself without guilt or shame.
Because I’m not fighting for a seat at tables anymore. I’m building the room with people who bring their own chairs and pass the mic without being asked.
Breaking free meant letting go of the stories I was taught about what love is supposed to look like. It meant understanding that peace isn’t boring. It’s sacred. And I’m allowed to live a life that honors that.
I don’t owe anyone the unhealed version of me. Not to be relatable. Not to be liked. Not to be loved.
This version of me is soft. She is clear. She is rooted. And she is surrounded by people who are doing the same work to rise above what they were told they had to settle for.
We’ve all overcome something. And now we get to live in a space where love, friendship, and connection don’t feel like a battle. They feel like coming home.
What About You?
What belief about love, friendship, or family are you ready to release so you can experience what alignment really feels like?
That Said: You were never meant to live in survival mode forever. You’ve earned your soft life. Let it find you.
Heal & Hustle
~A
Lovely