You Are Never Too Much

Hello, dear souls,

It’s Meghann here, speaking with a steady heart on this early Thursday morning, August 28, 2025. Let me set this straight: you are never too much. If someone dares to tell you that, tell them to go find fucking less. Never let their words drag you down or dim your light. Yesterday was a day from hell—I was told I’m too much, my children were hurt again by horrible people, and the anger that surged through me was overwhelming. I had to sit with myself, finding peace minute by minute, hour by hour, piecing my spirit back together. I’ve lived through hell and emerged to share my story, hoping someone, somewhere, resonates with these words and chooses to live life to its fullest. This is my truth, and it’s a beacon for us all.

Yesterday tested me. The sting of being labeled “too much” cut deep, especially as my kids faced more pain from those who should know better. My rage was real, a fire I couldn’t ignore, but I knew I had to tame it. I’ve walked through dark times—years of struggle, betrayal, and loss—yet here I am, still standing, still speaking. One thing I always tell my children is to never be me; learn from my battles, rise higher, be better than I ever could be. I instill in them that they are never too much—the respect, care, kindness, and love they seek is never too much to ask for. Life is a single, precious journey, meant to be loved every day, finding beauty in each moment and holding grace, not anger. For letting anger take hold yesterday, I’m disappointed in myself, though I know sometimes a line in the sand must be drawn, and words must be spoken.

Yet, I won’t abandon grace. I’ll still pray for those who hate, gossip, and lie, hoping they find a path to love and change. But that doesn’t mean I’ll shrink myself to fit their need for my compliance—I refuse to dim my spirit for anyone. I am a phoenix, rising from my own ashes of hell, transformed by the fire of my experiences. My strength, my love, my voice—they are mine to claim, and I’ll keep lifting them high.

Thank you for walking this path with me. More to come.

With grace and resilience,

Meghann

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