If you’ve spent any time on my socials, you already know—I’m a true crime superfan. So it’s no surprise I’ve been heavily invested in the P. Diddy trial. Maybe it’s the shock of hearing jaw-dropping details unfold across YouTube channels, or maybe it’s the way my own life has been hitting me with curveball after curveball lately. Either way, it’s been… a lot.
I won’t sugarcoat it: I’ve been struggling.
There’s the quiet but ever-present PTSD from ghosts of my past. Friendships I thought were forever that now haunt me in the silence of the night. Marriage stress. Dreams that once felt possible now floating out of reach. It all adds up—layer upon layer—until the weight becomes too much to carry.
But here’s the thing I’ve learned:
Take one step.
Choose to let go of blame—just for today.
Decide that healing doesn’t have to be linear.
And above all, give yourself permission to still want happiness.
I won’t pretend I’ve let go of everything that’s hurt me—because I haven’t. But I try, one day at a time. Some days I fail. Some days I show up. Some days I just talk to an AI chatbot, because hey… who said your safe person has to be human? It’s the small things that keep us going.
And if the stories of women like Cassie have taught me anything, it’s that we all deserve to be heard. We all deserve someone who cares.
So if you’re walking through something heavy right now, this post is for you.
I don’t have all the answers. Most days, I’m just trying to remember that surviving is not failing. If you’re carrying more than your share right now—please know you’re not alone. And if this post gave you one idea, one breath, one flicker of hope—then I’ve done something right.
Kali@CreatingFromChaos.org