A Heavy Moring, A Hopeful Tomorrow

A Heavy Morning, A Hopeful Tomorrow

Today started off rough. My significant other and I had yet another argument about his porn addiction — something that has been a shadow over our relationship for years. Addiction of any kind is painful, but porn addiction is one of those things that sneaks in quietly and eats away at intimacy, trust, and connection. It leaves you feeling like you’re competing with a screen, and that does real damage over time. This isn’t new between us, but each time it resurfaces, the weight of it all feels just as heavy.

But life doesn’t let you sit in one space for too long, and yesterday gave me a much brighter moment. I had my in-person trial interview at a chiropractor’s office — the one I’ve been so excited about — and I genuinely enjoyed it. There’s a lot to learn, but I loved the energy of the smaller office and the chance to be hands-on in a field I’ve wanted to step into. It made me hopeful in a way I haven’t felt in a while.

At the same time, I’m pushing myself forward academically, too. I’ve started studying early for my NHA-CPT exam so it won’t all come down to cramming. It feels good to be proactive, to remind myself that I can learn and grow, even when life around me feels chaotic.

Of course, sleep hasn’t been my friend lately. My body has been waking me up around 2 or 3 a.m. every night, and I just can’t get back to sleep. Add to that two scary nights this week where my blood sugar dropped dangerously low while I was sleeping — I’m honestly just glad I woke up both times. It’s a frightening reminder of how serious my diabetes can be, even when I think I’ve got it under control.

Last night my mom basically became a pizza wizard and whipped up a stromboli that could’ve easily earned her a cooking show. I’m talking golden, flaky dough stuffed with melty cheese and enough fillings to make a sub sandwich jealous. The smell alone had the whole house hovering around the oven like she was summoning dinner magic. By the time it came out, it was bubbling, beautiful, and gone in about five minutes flat. Honestly, I might never go back to regular pizza again — stromboli just feels like pizza’s cooler, fancier cousin.

So here I am, sitting in the middle of it all: relationship struggles that weigh heavy on my heart, new opportunities that make me feel excited, studies that keep me focused, and health battles that keep me cautious. Some days feel like too much, but I’m still here, still moving forward, and still believing tomorrow has room for better.