

Martha’s Permission to Be Present
Good morning, beautiful. I remember once telling my mom, “I love my sisters, but I don’t like them.” What I meant was that being put in charge of them always left me feeling stuck. They didn’t listen, and somehow their mistakes became my responsibility. Over time, I started to believe that distance was safer than connection. If I wasn’t in charge, then I couldn’t be called “mean.” If I pulled away, maybe I’d be respected more. Finding the right words to express myself did not

Makeya Kinard
4 days ago5 min read


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