Stuck Is a Real Place — And You Don’t Have to Live There
There’s a version of “stuck” that people don’t talk about. Not the cute, motivational kind. Not the “I’m in a rut, let me try a new hobby” kind. I’m talking about the kind that knocks the wind out of your lungs and leaves you unable to move.
I know that version intimately.
When I lost my job, it wasn’t just a professional setback. It was a blow to my identity. I felt blindsided, wronged, and frozen in place. "How could they do that to me?" I worked so hard, I contributed so much." My mind replayed the moment again and again, as if I could somehow think my way into justice or closure.
But before I could even catch my breath, life delivered another hit — the kind you can’t prepare for.
My brother died.
Suddenly, the ground beneath me wasn’t just shaky. It disappeared.
I wasn’t just stuck.
I was unmoored, untethered.
Disabled.
Emotionally immobilized in a way I had never experienced.
The combination of professional betrayal and personal grief created a kind of paralysis that felt impossible to name. I wasn’t just grieving a job or grieving a person — I was grieving the version of myself who existed before the world shifted.
And here’s the truth I had to learn the hard way:
Stuck is a real place. But it is not a permanent address.
When you’re hit with multiple losses at once, your brain goes into survival mode. It loops. It freezes. It tries to protect you by shutting everything down. But that protective stillness can become a cage.
I lived in that cage longer than I realized. I carried resentment like armor. I carried grief like a weight strapped to my chest. I carried confusion like fog. And every time I tried to move forward, my feet felt rooted in quicksand.
If you’re in that place right now — the place where life has hit you from more than one direction — hear me clearly:
You are not broken. You do not need to be fixed. AND there is nothing wrong with you.
My turning point wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a moment of clarity. It wasn’t a burst of motivation. It was a quiet, courageous decision to take one small step. Then another. Then another.
I started naming what happened without shame.
I separated their behavior from my identity.
I honored my grief instead of trying to outrun it.
I let myself rebuild slowly, gently, intentionally.
And that’s when I discovered something powerful:
The moment you stop replaying the injury, you start rewriting the story.
Today, my work is about helping others who feel stuck in that same intersection of pain — the people who were blindsided, broken open, or brought to their knees by life’s timing.
If that’s you, I want you to know this:
You can rise.
You can heal.
You can move again.
And you don’t have to do it alone.
Stuck is a real place — but it’s not your final destination.
Your wings still work.
Your sky is still waiting.
We can rise.
We can fly.
We Deserve more.
It is time to soar.
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