🌿 Letting Go Isn’t Weakness: Crying in the Backroom and Standing Back Up This morning hit different. I’m at work right now, barely holding it together. Tears keep coming up, and I keep wiping them away before anyone sees. But the truth is: I’m scared. Really scared. All of this started because I’m trying to do the responsible thing: file bankruptcy so I can get a fresh start. The lawyer needs $400 down, and I don’t have it. So I asked my aunt for help. She texted me back, basically reminding me of all the times I wasn’t in a good place years ago, and telling me no. It hurt more than I want to admit — because she’s not wrong about the past, but I’m not that person anymore. I’m trying to do better. I am doing better. It got worse because I know something about her too: she’s been getting VA caregiver money to take care of my grandma — but my grandma doesn’t even live with her. She lives with me and my mom, and we’re the ones who do the actual caregiving every day. It feels wr...