Today is my mom’s 53rd birthday… and tomorrow she goes into surgery for breast cancer. And my birthday is Sunday. And honestly? This is a whole fucked up mix of emotions I don’t even know how to process. How am I supposed to celebrate when my mom is sitting here in pain… scared… facing all these what-ifs? How do I smile and act like everything’s okay when it’s not? I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m overwhelmed as hell. I’m scared of losing my mom. I said it. Cancer is a word that hits different when it’s YOUR person. And ever since March, it’s been one emotional storm after another… and today it’s hitting me hard. What hurts even more? I lost time with her before because of family struggles. Time I can never get back. And now that we’re finally finding our way back to each other… it feels like life is trying to rip her away before we even get the chance to fully heal and be close again. That shit hurts. Deep. Yeah, I’m going off grid for a couple days… trying to breathe, trying to reset… but let’s be real—my anxiety is through the roof, my depression is loud, and my heart feels like it’s getting pulled in a million directions. So I’m asking… no pride, no filter— Pray for my mom. Michelle. Pray for her strength. Pray for her peace. Pray for healing. Pray she comes out of this surgery safe and still here with me. Because I’m not ready to lose her. Not now. Not like this. 🖤 Spartan Kai

I am having depression over my upcoming graduation June 13. I am graduating with my physical therapy assistant program. I was told by toxic family members and my abusers that i was. A worthless fat pig that deserves no credit and that i am nothing but a show off. It hurt greatly and it has made me loose my passion to continue to become a physical therapist and im beginning to feel its not worth living anymore. But i am not a quitter and saw i needed help i so i am asking for prayers to help give me the strength and courage to keep climbing.

Right now, I'm dealing with my depression and fear of possibly losing my mom to cancer. She was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer, but the word "cancer" in itself is scary. It's been rough since many people in our family have battled or died from cancer, so the "what if" and all the fear are getting to me. But I am hanging in there. I have two Dekas and a Hyrox to train for, so I'm staying focused. I plan to carry my mom witj me on all my races and have put her roller derby name hitzmcgee on my shorts for racing .