The Myth of “I’ve Got This”

March 2, 2026

I am very good at being independent.


I pay the bills.

I show up to the meetings.

I hold the house together with calendars and grit and caffeine and sheer willpower.

I am the strong one. The capable one. The one who “has it handled.”


Everything is good.

Everything is okay.


Until it’s not.


Until it’s 2:17 a.m. and the full moon is lighting up the room like a spotlight and my toddler throws up in my bed.


Not on the floor.

Not in the bathroom.


In my bed.


And suddenly the capable woman disappears and I am just a tired mother in the dark with no clean towels.


No backup plan.

No extra set of hands.


Just the smell of sickness, a crying baby, and that sharp stab of panic when you realize you are the only adult in the room.


I whisper, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” like I know what I’m doing.


I strip the sheets. I wipe the little face. I dig through the house praying something — anything — is clean enough to use.


And in the middle of the night, I do something I hate doing.


I beg for help.


Not loudly.

Not dramatically.


Just quietly. Desperately.


“Please, God. Please let this pass. Please let them be okay. Please help me.”


Because when you are the strong one, begging feels like failure.


But sometimes independence is just isolation wearing a superhero cape.


And then my son presses so close I can’t move. His fever-warm body curls into my side like he’s trying to climb back inside me.


He needs me.


He needs my steady breathing.

My hands in his hair.

My whispered reassurances.


And I give it.


Even though my heart hurts.

Even though I’m exhausted.

Even though I feel like I am five seconds from falling apart.


He needs to be held.


And here is the part no one talks about:


While I am holding my children, I am longing to be held by my mother.


I want her hands.

Her voice in the dark.

Her “I’ve got you.”


But she isn’t coming.


She will never come again.


And grief doesn’t politely step aside just because your kids are throwing up.


Grief sits on the edge of the bed with you.


It watches you, mother without a blueprint.

It watches you try to give comfort you were never fully shown.

It watches you become the soft place to land when you still feel like you’re falling.


There is a specific kind of heartbreak that comes from realizing you are now the oldest branch in your direction of the family tree.


There is no one above you to call in the middle of the night and say, “What do I do?”


There is no one coming to take over.


You are the mother.


Even when you still feel like someone’s daughter.


Especially when you still feel like someone’s daughter.


And this is the cruel math of grief:


You have to give the love you miss.

You have to become the comfort you crave.

You have to create safety you never fully felt.


And you have to do it while you are tired.


While you are unsure.

While you are still healing.


You have to make something you have no idea how to make.


Security.

Warmth.

Home.


I don’t always know how.


Sometimes I just stay still and let my sick child breathe against my chest.


Sometimes I hum something soft.


Sometimes I whisper, “Mama’s here,” and pretend I believe that is enough.


Maybe that’s what breaking cycles looks like.


Not perfection.


Presence.


Maybe healing isn’t having all the answers.


Maybe it’s staying in the bed when it’s messy and uncomfortable and saying, “You’re safe,” even when you don’t feel safe yourself.


Grief changes you.


It makes you grow up overnight.

It makes you strong in ways you never asked for.

It forces you to become both the parent and the child in your own body.


And sometimes strength looks like scrubbing sheets at 3 a.m.


Sometimes strength looks like crying quietly in the bathroom so your kids don’t see.


Sometimes strength looks like admitting:


I don’t want to be this independent.

I want someone to hold me too.


But since she isn’t here, I will do what mothers have always done.


I will gather my babies close.


I will give the love I never got in the ways I can.


I will keep showing up.


Even under a full moon.

Even with no clean towels.

Even with grief sitting beside me in the dark.


Because love, even when imperfect, is still love.


And maybe that is enough.



-Casie Ellison


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