Holding Space

Love and Life with Lisa 🌹 Holding Space A conversation about depression, love, boundaries, and the people who stay 🌿 Gentle Note Before We Begin This post contains a personal reflection on depression, grief, and emotional healing. There are no graphic details, but I speak honestly about pain, loss, and the journey back to myself. If today feels tender, please read gently, pause when needed, or come back when it feels right. You are always allowed to take care of your heart. Come, come — sit with me. Grab yourself a drink, and let’s talk about holding space . This is a conversation about depression, love, boundaries, and the people who stay. I’m going to tell you a story, and I want to be honest with you — it’s an emotional one for me. If my words feel heavy at times, or if you sense tears behind them, it’s because I got to t...
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Christmas Memory

Come, come sit with me…

Today is Christmas Eve, and I thought I would share another one of my memories.

As a child, I loved Christmas. I would get so excited I could hardly sleep. My parents used to say, “If you don’t go to sleep, Santa can’t come.”

And I believed them… sort of. 😄

I was so excited that I woke the whole house up at 5 a.m. so we could open gifts. I’m sure my parents were not impressed, but they laughed and we all got up anyway.

My face lit up at everything.

And if I’m being honest, my parents didn’t have a lot of money. But Christmas was still so special — because we were together. Every year, they always made sure there was a family gift, something we could all play with together.

That was the real gift.

Family time.

And then let me tell you about the food — oh my God, the food. This is probably where I first became a foodie… 😂

My mother, bless her heart, could cook. Mmm, child.

We had turkey, stuffing (which was always my favorite), ham, homemade buns, mashed potatoes, corn, and those yucky Brussels sprouts that I still side-eye to this day.

And the gravy.
Oh Lord, the gravy.

Then came dessert.

My mom and my brother loved this yucky plum pudding and fruit cake(who even likes that) — I never understood it. 😂 But my mom always made sure we had our favorites too.

Mine were lemon meringue pie, apple pie… and cookies. Always cookies.

Okay — I need to stop talking about food now. I’m making myself hungry just thinking about it.

Oh, the memories.

One thing that has stayed with us over the years is this — whenever we get together, we sit at the table. We have a family dinner. We slow down, share food, laugh, talk, and just be together.

That table became more than a place to eat.
It became a place to connect.

So what I’m really saying today is this:

Have a beautiful family day — with whoever your family is.

Because family isn’t always just the one you’re born into.
Family can be the people who show up for you.
The ones who make room at the table.
The ones who stay.

That’s family.

My whisper to you is this:
Where there is love, laughter, and a place for you at the table — that is home. 🌹

If you want to connect:
If this memory stirred something in you and you’d like to share your own, I’d love to hear from you.

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