This week hit different.
Not because something dramatic happened.
But because I caught myself feeling everything. And I mean everything—fear, paranoia, suspicion, sadness, love, and then guilt for still loving. It was like my emotions were DJ-ing a chaotic party in my head, and I couldn’t find the off switch.

One moment I was staring at Jenna’s IRS-related text like it was a secret code I needed to crack. The next moment, I was refreshing social media like maybe—just maybe—it would give me answers. (Spoiler alert: it didn’t.)

It’s wild, really. How the heart stores things.
Wounds I thought had scabbed over? Nah, they were just hiding under a layer of “I’m fine.” I wasn’t fine.
I was spinning in stories, trying to figure out what’s real, what’s not, and where I actually stand in the middle of all of it.

And I’ll be real with you—I’m tired.
Tired of these weird emotional whiplashes.
Tired of body-checking in mirrors like I’m about to gain emotional weight. (As if feelings live in fat, right?)

But I’m learning.
Learning to let go of what I’m not meant to carry.
Learning that checking social media isn’t a superpower—it’s a trap.
That decoding texts like FBI won’t heal my heart.
That it’s okay not to have answers.

And yesterday? The universe winked at me.
11:11.
On my computer.
Then the wall clock.
Then my watch.
Then my iPhone.
Four times. Like it meant something. Like it was whispering, Let go. It’s okay. Something better is coming.

So I did the weirdest thing:
I closed my eyes.
I let go of all that anxiety that had been living rent-free in my veins.
I meditated—not perfectly, but intentionally.
And when I woke up today, it wasn’t like I was brand new.
But I was a little lighter.

And yeah, I still miss Jenna.
That ache? It’s real. It’s love.
But love doesn’t mean I have to hold on.
Maybe letting go is the kindest thing I can do for her. And for me.

So here I am.
A little broken. A little weird.
But trying.
And whispering back to the universe:
Okay. I’ll let go. Show me what’s next.

Now it’s your turn.
If you made it to the end, I wanna ask you:

• What are you tired of carrying that isn’t yours anymore?
• What’s one thing you keep checking (a text, a post, a person) hoping it’ll give you peace—but never does?
• When was the last time the universe tried to talk to you, and did you ignore it… or lean in?
• Who (or what) do you love that you might need to let go of, not out of hate—but out of healing?
• Can you believe that letting go might actually open the door to something better?

Whatever your answers are—just know: it’s okay to be a little weird while you’re healing. The universe gets it. And it’s still rooting for you.