Unraveling Motherhood

Motherhood was the epitome of my unraveling — more so than any other life-altering event I had faced before. And I’ve been through some things. But nothing prepared me for the weight of being fully responsible for another life. That kind of pressure is heavy. It’s terrifying. It’s unraveling.

It brought me face-to-face with every part of myself I thought I had figured out — and exposed what was still unhealed, unprocessed, and untouched. The parts of me shaped by my own upbringing. The patterns I swore I wouldn’t repeat. The fears I didn’t know I was carrying.And just when I thought I was in a good place — life happened again.

That’s the nature of this journey. It’s ever-evolving. Some days I feel grounded and strong, and other days I’m brought right back to my knees. I’ve come to understand that growth is not a final destination. It’s a constant unfolding. A constant choosing. A constant remembering of who I want to be — especially as a mother.

This blog, this page, is my way of honoring that.

It’s my companion now.

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A space to process.

To reflect.

To share.

To heal — out loud.

I don’t have all the answers. I’m not writing from the finish line. I’m writing from the middle — the messy, beautiful, sacred middle. So if you’re here unraveling too, know that you’re not alone.

There’s space for you here.

Welcome!

Let's grow through it — together.