Excuse me ,can i hug you ?
Hey you,
Can I hug you?
Not one of those side-hugs people give at awkward family functions—but a real one. The kind that says, “You don’t have to explain anything. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
Maybe you’ve been carrying things quietly, things no one claps for. Maybe you’ve been strong for everyone else and no one’s checked if you’re okay. Or maybe—like me—you’ve been trying your best and still wondering why it doesn’t feel like enough right now.
here’s the truth: you don’t have to be the strongest person in the room. You don’t have to keep showing up perfectly, with a smile, with a plan, with your life together. You just have to be here. That’s enough.
I want to tell you something that hit me right in the heart this week—and maybe it'll hit you right where you need it too:
After all my strength is gone, with You I can be strong I look to you .”
Whew. That’s from Whitney’s I Look to You—and it's been living rent-free in my spirit lately.
Because listen… I get it. Life will try to drain you, distract you, make you forget your worth. But God? God still sees you. Still chooses you. Still likes you. Not just loves you in some distant holy way—but likes you. Likes your laugh. Likes how your brain works. Likes how you keep going, even when you’re not sure how.
Hunny ,that kind of love doesn’t give up on you.
this week? Whew. Let me tell you—it’s been a full-on obstacle course for my sanity.
My content? Not vibing. The algorithm clearly has beef with me. My dreams? Full-on horror movie. I’ve been waking up like, “Was that real or did my subconscious just try to humble me again?”
It’s been one of those weeks where everything feels like it needs fixing, and I don’t even know where to start. So I wanted to just… pause. To send you this note and say: If your week has also been a rollercoaster you didn’t sign up for—same. And I see you.
But enough about me.
What about you?
What’s been weighing on your heart? What are you carrying that’s felt too heavy lately? You can tell me. I’m not here to fix it—but I’ll hold space with you.
You don’t have to pretend here. You don’t have to show up with the highlight reel. Just show up as you.
I want you to know that whatever you’re in the middle of—it doesn’t get the last word. There is still joy waiting. Still peace to be found. Still softness and stillness and surprise laughter in places you didn’t expect.
So… can I hug you?
Because you deserve one. Not for what you’ve achieved. Just for existing. Just for getting through this week, even if you stumbled. You’re here. That’s more than enough.
Life lately (aka my little under-the-bridge update):
🎶 “I Look to You” by Whitney Houston has been stuck in my head like a spiritual anthem on repeat. Honestly? I’m not mad about it.
💊 I started taking my supplements consistently again (I know, who is she?). Vitamin Portia is entering her wellness era.
🙏 I’ve been reconnecting with God in small, quiet ways. Nothing fancy—just me, honesty, and grace.
💖 Even with the stress, the algorithm drama, and the dreams from the upside-down—I’m grateful. Not the “toxic positivity” kind of grateful. The kind where you’re like, “This is hard, but I’m still here.” And that counts.
Anyway, that’s me. Now I want to know about you.
What’s life been like lately for you? Seriously. Tell me in the comments—I’ll be waiting there like a proud bestie with snacks.
Big hugs, Portia
P.S. If you’ve also been arguing with algorithms, dreaming wild things, or just trying to stay afloat, let’s swap stories. We heal in community. 💌
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