Lizzie
nyxnightfeed.bsky.social
Lizzie
@nyxnightfeed.bsky.social
Lineage breaker,garden witch, pet guardian, emotional first responder and the one who stayed.
This coming year will be easier.
I feel like I can breathe.
I’m not in a panic, but my throat is tight.
I’ve been in survival mode for so long I don’t even know how to feel.
But I know this:
I’m not a failure.
None of this is my fault.
And I’m allowed to receive.
September 20, 2025 at 12:30 PM
I really need to put this on my car bumper but in bigger letters
#perimenapauserage, #drmaryclairehaver
September 18, 2025 at 2:56 PM
#Whiskerwednesday

A little late but still cute-Sheldon with a painting of his late brother (but still roams around the house) Leonard. ☺️
September 18, 2025 at 10:30 AM
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September 15, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life:

1. Kids laughing
2. Cooking with my son
3. The sunrise
4. First snow
5. My Cubs are winning
Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life:

1. That very first sip of coffee, every morning
2. Treat time for my pets
3. The moment you feel a new book pull you in
4. When someone in my orbit gets a win
5. The monthly data pull that confirms we house 89 Veteran families a workday
Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life:

1. Hitting the platform moments before the train arrives
2. Conversations with tiny children
3. Any holiday!
4. When a pro wrestling reference is dropped on a hip-hop track
5. First sip of cola from cold can on hot day
September 16, 2025 at 11:21 PM
September 17, 2025 at 3:42 PM
Has anyone watched Charlie Sheen’s documentary on Netflix? I’m not a HUGE fan but it was interesting.

And if you haven’t seen Bono’s one man show/documentary on Apple TV, definitely give that a watch.
September 17, 2025 at 2:13 PM
I didn’t inherit silence—I shattered it.
I didn’t repeat the pattern—I ritualized the rupture.
I broke the lineage with ceremony, not apology.

I hold grief like a ledger.
I name the ache no one dared to speak.
I mother my inner child with irreverence and chocolate cake.
September 16, 2025 at 8:09 PM