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Online dating is a joke. Bottom-feeding mudcats and pretending to be someone you’re not. I’m slap full of flaws and I’m not shrinking to fit someone’s idea of easy. I used to believe hope was enough. It’s not. Hope won’t raise my daughter. Hope won’t make a plan. I had to.

Grieving while raising a child with developmental disabilities changes everything. In Part 3 of the series, Misty shares how her real tribe showed up when everything else fell apart and how finding the right people made all the difference.

Mother’s Day isn’t picture perfect for everyone. For some of us, it’s messy, painful, and full of invisible weight. I’m a single mom, a widow, and raising a child with developmental disabilities while juggling anxiety, depression, and autism. This is a love letter to the moms doing it all and still feeling unseen. You’re not alone. You are the reason this post exists.