May I Make A Suggestion? Begin With What You Know

What I want you to know is that life does not move in straight lines.

It curves. It spirals. It returns.

And so does your becoming.

For years, I moved through life as a single mother raising a Black boy in a world that didn’t always feel safe for his light. At the same time, I was caring for my own mother, who was slowly losing herself to Alzheimer’s disease. My mother—the brilliant, fierce woman who had overcome so much with the sheer force of her intellect—was slipping away. The same mind that had carried her through struggle and sacrifice was now betraying her.

It was like watching a warrior lose her sword.

She had been the Strong Black Woman. The one who figured it out. The one who endured. And to witness her strength unravel, piece by piece, was devastating. She was becoming undone as my son was becoming himself. I was holding two generations in my arms, often wondering where I fit between them.

That season of my life felt like survival. But something unexpected began to stir in the middle of that exhaustion: a wake-up call. I realized I couldn’t care for them if I didn’t begin to care for myself. At first, it was fear that moved me. I didn’t want the disease that was taking my mom to come for me, too. I was terrified that I would lose my mind—the way she was losing hers.

So I started slowly. I changed how I ate. I paid attention to how I moved. I started listening to my body instead of ignoring it. I took walks in the woods and hikes in the mountains. I turned off my music so I could really hear—the birds, the wind, and eventually, the quiet voice inside me.

And what began in fear transformed into reverence.

I began to see my body as sacred. My breath as an offering. My mind as a garden. I realized that healing wasn’t just about avoiding disease—it was about remembering who I was.

So, May I Make A Suggestion?

Begin with what you know.

You don’t need the whole map.

You don’t need a polished story.

You just need your truth.

Your messy, beautiful, complicated, sacred truth.

Because someone out there doesn’t need your perfection.

They need your presence.

They need to know that healing is possible...even when it begins in fear.

You are not too late.

You are not too much.

You are in season.

A Note About MiMas

MiMas—short for May I Make a Suggestion?—began as a wellness blog and has grown into a full-service education firm offering programs, workshops, and trainings that center wellness, mindfulness, and social responsibility.. It’s rooted in the belief that true wellness begins with understanding our bodies, honoring our stories, and reconnecting with the wisdom that lives within us.

At MiMas, we explore wellness not as a product, but as a practice.

Not as a trend, but as a return.

We teach. We reflect. We remember—together.

If this post resonated with you, I invite you to walk with me.

Let’s breathe, learn, and bloom in rhythm.

Let’s Keep the Conversation Going

If something stirred in you while reading this, I would love to hear it.

Your story, your reflection, your question—whatever is on your heart.

You can write to me at mimasllcmarketing@gmail.com, or connect through Instagram @mimas.llc

This isn’t just a blog. It’s a conversation.

And I’m listening.