Brittany, the distinction between feeling better and having the circumstances remain unresolved gives this piece its honesty. The bridge image holds the deepest ache: hope is visible, while the means of reaching it still feel unavailable. Letting the better day stand beside the earlier distress preserves both truths without forcing either one to erase the other. Grateful for the courage with which you shared the record, and I hope trusted people are helping you carry what writing alone was never meant to hold.
Brittany, your writing is already becoming a bridge of its own, carrying your truth toward people who can recognize and care for the person behind it. I am grateful our paths crossed through your words, and I hope each honest page keeps widening the circle around you. Anything I can do to support you, please let me know. #TeamBrittany
“jumping in doesn’t only affect my own life because I’m a mom with kids, and there is not a single decision that exists without having to take them into consideration.
I can’t wait until they grow to jump in, and that’s why I want to build the bridge.
I want to cross the acidic river over the safety of a sturdy and indestructible bridge with my kids, hand in hand.”
~ Sparkplug Letters
This is so damn relatable. Especially since I became an “only-parent” two or three years ago (he died two years ago. . . but being a full time caregiver while he was dying felt, in so many ways, like I was only-parenting already.
Thank you for writing and posting these words. They are all so refreshingly relatable on so many levels.
My self-prescribed drug when I’m in the vortex includes:
• text close friends that I’m in the vortex
• sleep
• do something enjoyable
• host a gathering of some sort in the middle of my chaos
• write it out
• cry
Nice to meet you, Brittany. I think we’re gonna be soul sisters.
I find myself really done in general with the word “okay.” What if we permanently redacted it from the English vocabulary? I have a hunch that many other languages have a more skillful word or phrase instead. 🤔
And that goes for OK as well. Fuck OK and fuck Oklahoma became its abbreviation is OK and it’s one of those red states that took away our daughters’ reproductive rights. 🙄
As much as it sucks for you sometimes to be here writing all this, I am so grateful that I get to read it. Not only is it such a vulnerable invitation to see all the feels that manifest behind the curtain, but you write some damn clever and memorable prose. 🔥
Writing it out does make that feeling noticeably recede. I know because I'm the same. The feeling that's always there, just under the surface waiting to grab and squeeze, yeah, me too. I think you are strong and amazing, and the writing is helping you to feel, process, and heal. When you need to talk to someone who gets it, I'm here. I'm thinking I should post some of my writing that I'm afraid is too raw so that you and others like me know that we are not alone. Thinking of that turns me to stone, though, so I don't know. I'm working on it.
I know it's another thing, but take care of yourself. It's harder when you're depleted.💚🫂💚
Brittany, the distinction between feeling better and having the circumstances remain unresolved gives this piece its honesty. The bridge image holds the deepest ache: hope is visible, while the means of reaching it still feel unavailable. Letting the better day stand beside the earlier distress preserves both truths without forcing either one to erase the other. Grateful for the courage with which you shared the record, and I hope trusted people are helping you carry what writing alone was never meant to hold.
I think the time will come when i am able to find those people. In the meantime, writing does help me. Bc it leads me to find people like you! 🫶🏻
Brittany, your writing is already becoming a bridge of its own, carrying your truth toward people who can recognize and care for the person behind it. I am grateful our paths crossed through your words, and I hope each honest page keeps widening the circle around you. Anything I can do to support you, please let me know. #TeamBrittany
Oh, also, My favourite quote in the world is:
“in the end, it’s going to be okay. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”
~ unknown
“jumping in doesn’t only affect my own life because I’m a mom with kids, and there is not a single decision that exists without having to take them into consideration.
I can’t wait until they grow to jump in, and that’s why I want to build the bridge.
I want to cross the acidic river over the safety of a sturdy and indestructible bridge with my kids, hand in hand.”
~ Sparkplug Letters
This is so damn relatable. Especially since I became an “only-parent” two or three years ago (he died two years ago. . . but being a full time caregiver while he was dying felt, in so many ways, like I was only-parenting already.
Thank you for writing and posting these words. They are all so refreshingly relatable on so many levels.
My self-prescribed drug when I’m in the vortex includes:
• text close friends that I’m in the vortex
• sleep
• do something enjoyable
• host a gathering of some sort in the middle of my chaos
• write it out
• cry
Nice to meet you, Brittany. I think we’re gonna be soul sisters.
I find myself really done in general with the word “okay.” What if we permanently redacted it from the English vocabulary? I have a hunch that many other languages have a more skillful word or phrase instead. 🤔
And that goes for OK as well. Fuck OK and fuck Oklahoma became its abbreviation is OK and it’s one of those red states that took away our daughters’ reproductive rights. 🙄
As much as it sucks for you sometimes to be here writing all this, I am so grateful that I get to read it. Not only is it such a vulnerable invitation to see all the feels that manifest behind the curtain, but you write some damn clever and memorable prose. 🔥
And you’re just getting restarted. ❤️
Writing it out does make that feeling noticeably recede. I know because I'm the same. The feeling that's always there, just under the surface waiting to grab and squeeze, yeah, me too. I think you are strong and amazing, and the writing is helping you to feel, process, and heal. When you need to talk to someone who gets it, I'm here. I'm thinking I should post some of my writing that I'm afraid is too raw so that you and others like me know that we are not alone. Thinking of that turns me to stone, though, so I don't know. I'm working on it.
I know it's another thing, but take care of yourself. It's harder when you're depleted.💚🫂💚