By: Erica L, Taylor
There are things I carry that I don’t always say out loud.
Not because I’m ashamed.
Not because I don’t trust people.
But because some feelings are so heavy, so complicated, that putting them into words feels almost impossible.
And sometimes… I wonder if anyone would really understand anyway.
So I keep going.
I show up.
I advocate.
I love my child with everything I have.
But there are truths that live quietly beneath all of that.
I don’t always say how tired I am.
Not just the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
The kind that settles into your bones.
The kind that comes from constantly thinking, planning, preparing, worrying.
The kind that comes from being your child’s voice in a world that doesn’t always listen.
I am always “on.”
Always anticipating.
Always trying to stay one step ahead of the next challenge, the next misunderstanding, the next moment where I’ll need to explain my child to someone who doesn’t see what I see.
And that kind of exhaustion doesn’t go away with a good night’s sleep.
I don’t always say how lonely this journey can feel.
Even when you’re surrounded by people…
Even when you have support…
There is a kind of loneliness that comes with walking a path not everyone understands.
Conversations feel different.
Friendships shift.
Sometimes you find yourself on the outside of things you used to be a part of.
And it’s not anyone’s fault—it’s just the reality of living a life that looks different than most.
I don’t always say that; sometimes, I’m scared.
Not of my child. Never that.
But of the future.
I think about questions that don’t have easy answers.
What will adulthood look like?
Will they be treated with kindness?
Will the world make space for them?
What happens when I’m no longer here to guide, protect, and advocate?
These thoughts don’t come from a lack of hope.
They come from love.
A deep, fierce love that wants to know my child will be okay… no matter what.
I don’t always say that; sometimes I question myself.
Am I doing enough?
Am I making the right decisions?
Did I handle that moment the way I should have?
The weight of being everything your child needs—advocate, protector, teacher, safe place—it comes with a constant undercurrent of second-guessing.
Because when it comes to your child, you don’t get to be casual about anything.
Everything matters.
And here’s one that’s hard to admit…
I don’t always feel strong.
People say things like, “You’re so strong,” and I understand why.
From the outside, it probably looks that way.
But strength isn’t something I wake up feeling every day.
Some days, I feel overwhelmed.
Some days, I feel stretched too thin.
Some days, I just wish things were a little easier—for my child, for me, for our family.
And then I feel guilty for even thinking that.
But here’s what I don’t keep quiet:
I love my son more than words could ever fully capture.
Not in spite of who he is—but because of who he is.
I see his effort.
I see his heart.
I see the way he navigates a world that wasn’t built with him in mind—and still keeps going.
And that love?
It outweighs every hard moment.
This journey is not one thing.
It is not just hard.
It is not just beautiful.
It is both.
There is grief in what you thought life would look like.
And there is joy in discovering what it actually is.
There are moments that break you.
And moments that rebuild you in ways you never expected.
So if you’re a parent walking this path too…
And you’re carrying things you don’t always say out loud…
I want you to know this:
You are not the only one.
Your feelings are real.
Your exhaustion is valid.
Your fears are understood.
And your love—the kind of love that keeps showing up, keeps fighting, keeps believing—that matters more than anything.
What’s something you feel but don’t always say out loud?
If you’re comfortable, share it.
You never know who might need to hear that they’re not alone.
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