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A Graduation, and a Flashback

I could write an entire novel on the lessons I’ve learned from this life. From the chaos I was raised in. From the pain I never asked for. From the strength I didn’t know I had to find.

Last week, my daughter Bailey graduated high school.
And as I stood there watching her walk across the stage—confident, beautiful, ready—I was hit with a wave of emotion I didn’t expect.

Because twenty years ago, I stood in that same place.
Graduating.
Hopeful.
Scared.
Excited.

And surrounded by my grandparents, just like I always had been.

The Generational Pattern That Keeps Repeating

But unlike Bailey, I had both of my parents physically present that night.
Not without chaos, of course. My core memories of that night weren’t about me at all—they were about them. Their dysfunction took up all the space in the room.

This time, neither of my parents were there for Bailey’s moment.
And the most painful part? She wanted them to be.
She called them herself. Asked them if they’d come.

They didn’t need an invitation from me. They received the graduation announcement. They knew the layout—there were hundreds of seats. They’d been there the year before for our son. They could’ve come and gone quietly.

But they didn’t.

After the ceremony, we got home and Bailey asked me, “Did they come?”
I told her I didn’t see them.
She said she didn’t either.

And I saw it—the disappointment in her eyes. That ache.
And it wrecked me.

Because I know that pain. I carried it for thirty years.

What I Felt—and Why I’m Not Spiraling

Before I understood Human Design, I would’ve torn myself apart over this.
Questioned everything. Blamed myself. Tried to fix it.

But now?
I don’t spiral.
I don’t question whether I did the right thing by setting boundaries.
I don’t need to over-explain it or make it make sense.

Because some things aren’t meant to make sense.
They just are.

This is what I’ve learned:
Some things are inevitable.
And when they hit, the best thing you can do is face them, breathe through them, and let go of the rest.

Why I Created The Root Sanctuary

I created The Root Sanctuary to be a space for women like me.
Women who were handed pain and turned it into purpose.
Women who are breaking generational curses, one gut-wrenching choice at a time.
Women who are finding their voice—finally—and using it to create something better for the ones coming after them.

Here, I’ll write about growth.
Grief.
Motherhood.
Boundaries.
Healing.
Honesty.

And the messy, beautiful, complicated work of putting the broken pieces back together in a way that means something.

Because that’s where I’ve found my peace.
That’s how I’ve rooted myself.

And it’s only just beginning.

Let’s Grow Together

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Let’s grow something beautiful—together. 🌿