I’ve endured the pain, the struggle, the hurt, the deceit, the depression, and the anxiety. I’ve been the strong one, the listener, the shoulder to lean on…but now I feel empty. I’ve poured so much into others, and now I’m realizing I need someone to pour into me. I’m craving mentorship, sisterhood, and a safe space to just be. It’s not easy admitting you need support, but here I am. Strong women need soft places to land too. 🤎