There are songs you know. And then there are songs that find you when you need them most. Landslide found me on the way to work one morning and cracked something open. What followed was a playlist called Nicks Mix, a healing room I built with my own hands, and the slow, messy, beautiful release of everything I had been holding inside my body for years. This is that story.

How I was taught therapy = crazy. How those lies kept me from help during foster care crisis. What actually happened when I finally went. Part 2 of 2.

So what is self care really?

It is the things you do to keep yourself functional, present, and whole.

Sometimes it is a massage. Sometimes it is a vacation. Sometimes it is a long bath with candles and a glass of wine.

And sometimes it is standing in a hot shower at 9pm after a day that tried to take everything from you and just letting the water do what water does.

Wash it off. Start again tomorrow.

That is enough. That has always been enough.