Just when you thought depression was low, the devil said, “let’s go lower” and hit me with a pain I didn’t recognize. They weren’t lying when they said after childbirth, your body never truly goes back to “normal.” It’s giving reconstruction, not recovery.

But here I am. Still standing. Still pouring. Still pushing.

The last few days were rough mentally, physically, and spiritually. Some people didn’t really hold space for it, making me feel invalidated and that stung. Others showed me grace and compassion, and I thank you.

In the midst of it, I did what women do best: I cried and then I kept going. I’m literally just a girl.

Dru had her first trip to the zoo 10/10. We can definitely make that our thing.

And behind the scenes, I’ve been working nonstop on the legal side of my salon. I’ve learned so much within these past 6 weeks. Finalizing that good ole financial folder.

Strength doesn’t always look like lifting heavy things. Sometimes it’s just getting out of bed, showing up for your kid, or sending that email you’ve been avoiding and just doing the work. It’s also about knowing when to call out for help and support. So, this is my call to action:

I need help with grant writing.

If you know a grant writer, pass their info.

If you’ve taken a course that helped you learn it yourself, email me.

If you want to meet up in real life and build, I’m soooo down for that too. I kinda prefer it. I’m teachable and I’m resourceful friend!

But seriously, I believe in what I’m creating. I’ve already jumped off the cliff and I’m not afraid to ask for help to take it further.

Also, don’t gatekeep the good stuff, drop your grant gems in the comments or DM me.

Xoxo, Drea