I really hate the trauma filled posts, the oh poor me. One of the reasons I could not endure cancer survival groups is because some of the members were there only there to one up others with their tales of how awful they had it. Shit ( pardon the French), my cancer almost killed me the first time around, talk about trauma! I found that talking about that really awful first year was traumatic in itself. Why would I want to hang out with people who only talked about the bad things in life? Tell me your stories of overcoming the obstacles in your life, finding the joy that exists in all our lives, everyday, lifting each other up. My motto is that no matter how awful a day may seem, there is always something to be grateful for, some days we just have to look harder. It could be as small as a piece of your favorite chocolate, a cup of your favorite tea, a FaceTime chat with the grandkids. Life is what me make it.🥰
Oh, this resonates so deeply. Thank you for saying it out loud.
There’s a difference between sharing pain and parking in it. Like you, I want stories that rise. That reach. That remind us of what’s still possible. Survival is powerful—but so is joy. And I think we need more places where women aren’t trading in trauma points, but sharing soul wins, celebrating resilience, and lifting the light higher.
Gratitude isn’t fluff—it’s fuel. I’m so glad you’re here.
I really hate the trauma filled posts, the oh poor me. One of the reasons I could not endure cancer survival groups is because some of the members were there only there to one up others with their tales of how awful they had it. Shit ( pardon the French), my cancer almost killed me the first time around, talk about trauma! I found that talking about that really awful first year was traumatic in itself. Why would I want to hang out with people who only talked about the bad things in life? Tell me your stories of overcoming the obstacles in your life, finding the joy that exists in all our lives, everyday, lifting each other up. My motto is that no matter how awful a day may seem, there is always something to be grateful for, some days we just have to look harder. It could be as small as a piece of your favorite chocolate, a cup of your favorite tea, a FaceTime chat with the grandkids. Life is what me make it.🥰
Oh, this resonates so deeply. Thank you for saying it out loud.
There’s a difference between sharing pain and parking in it. Like you, I want stories that rise. That reach. That remind us of what’s still possible. Survival is powerful—but so is joy. And I think we need more places where women aren’t trading in trauma points, but sharing soul wins, celebrating resilience, and lifting the light higher.
Gratitude isn’t fluff—it’s fuel. I’m so glad you’re here.