I went home for the weekend and realized just how differently I think about things in relation to my family. Sometimes having difficult conversations are exactly that-- difficult. But I also think that they're immensely helpful, we can be so biased towards family because we love them so much, but sometimes we have to be able to hold them accountable of their toxic mindset. It's not to say that I love my family any less, it's just to say that we can't put the people we love dearly on a pedestal; especially because it hurts even more when they sometimes disappoint us. Love deeply, but-- sometimes-- love cautiously too!
