I Resign From Being a Rock
To Whom It May Concern (which sometimes feels like it’s no one but me),
I hereby resign.
Not from a job (those come and go like seasons these days). Not from motherhood (though even saints would shudder at the hours). I resign from being a rock. The Strong One. The One Who Always Figures It Out. The One Who Smiles While Drowning. Stoic like my father, silent like survival taught me to be—while inside, I’m breaking in a thousand furious ways.
