I used to think I had to fix everything. Be the one who held it all together. No cracks. No mess. Perfect dad. Solid leader. Stoic as hell. But real life? It is messy. The people I love most? “Crazy but good” doesn’t even scratch the surface. They’re healing. Hurting. Growing. Just like me. The truth is, Some days I still carry too much, Smile when I’m wrecked inside, Lead when I barely believe in myself. But I’ve stopped pretending. I’ve stopped trying to “fix” the ones I love. I just show up. I love them hard. I keep us moving forward. If you're in the thick of it, Holding it down for everyone but yourself... You’re not broken. You’re becoming. Drop a 💯 if you're riding through the chaos too.