This Story Almost Didn’t Get Finished

To everyone who’s messaged, called, shared hope, sent help—thank you.

You’ve kept me going when the only thing louder than the heart monitor was the voice in my head saying “don’t be a burden.”

BUT…
I’m scared. I’m broke. And I’m exhausted.
I’ve been trying to write this post for three days, but every time I sit down to type, it feels like lifting bricks with a broken rib.

🚨 I didn’t want to write this. But I have to.
Every time I open the page, the words stutter and stall.
Maybe it’s stress.
Maybe it’s...