There is a kind of exhaustion that sleep does not fix.

Lately, I have felt the weight of not enoughness everywhere. Not enough as a wife. Not productive enough as an employee. Not educated enough for certain conversations. Not black enough for some spaces and too much for others. Just tired in a way words barely know how to explain.

And if I am being honest, it all seemed to hit right after I started talking openly about transformation, healing, and God making things new.

Maybe that is the part we do not talk about enough. That growth can expose wounds we did not realize were still open. That healing can feel exhausting. That you can know God is changing you while still feeling emotionally worn thin.

I know I am on the right track.

But I am also human.

It All Begins Here