come home with me
Forget calling mom—come home with me and grab a seat at happy hour with us instead. As you guys know, it’s def NOT the most wonderful time of the year for me. I’m heartbroken, broke & not feeling jolly at all. The thought of buying presents or listening to Christmas music? Yeah, not on brand for me right now. The one thing I needed to feel even a little better was to come home—to be with my mom & fam. So, grab a seat at a typical evening happy hour with my mama therapist & I ...we have A LOT to process. This season IS NOT about the glitter or the gifts—it’s about recouping, regenerating, restoring, and resetting my life... one happy hour at a time. Bc regardless of heartbreak, we’d rather grow.