Some weeks, showing up feels heavier than others. Grief doesn’t follow a schedule — it creeps in when it wants, lingers longer than you expect, and makes simple things feel impossible. This week, I didn’t feel like writing. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. But I showed up anyway. Not perfectly. Not boldly. Just… honestly. I wrote a new blog post about what it means to keep going when you don’t feel strong. When you’re tired, but still trying. If you’ve been carrying loss, fatigue, or anything that feels too big for words — this one’s for you. You’re not alone.