I posted my pretty and concealed my cracks for far too long. I thought I was protecting myself, avoiding pity. What I was really doing was blocking out the beauty. Here’s our story. The one you can’t see: 💦During the summer of 2016, I found my husband unresponsive on the floor. Unbeknownst to us at the time, he has a really rare heart condition that will require a tranpsplant to continue living. The other kicker? It’s genetic—meaning both of our babies had a 50% chance of having it as well. 💦My daughter, Campbell (8) and son, Eli (6) are both on the autism spectrum. 💦 Until recently, this Instagram was my private journal. I opened it the day my daughter was diagnosed and never intended to make it public. So if you trace back to earlier posts the writing is super raw. I left it unedited when I started THP because I believe if you want to know me you have to see it all. Even the grieving, unglamorous, painful parts. 💦My story is super colorful (abuse, rape, cancer, miscarriages, anxiety/depression, body image issues, losing God/finding God, discovering myself), and you’ll see it all discussed here—still as if no one was watching. 💦I started THP because I live for the moments that make you laugh so hard you leak a little, but that’s not always real life. Real life is hard. Real life can wreck you. Real life deserves to be done with real people. So this is my space to find my people (and also, I just got sick of pretending). I promise whatever you’re walking through today, someone else has felt the same.⁣ Drop your veil. Risk being vulnerable. Because when your differences become visible—you’ll finally be fully seen.⁣ #hypertrophiccardiomyopathy #hcm #neurodivergent #autism #kidswithautism #abusesurvivor #melanoma #infertility #postpartumdepression