There’s a moment that splits your understanding of the world in two…the before and after. For me, that moment came with one sentence: “I’m tired of raising other people’s children.” I was the child. The one who lived in the house, who was there every day, who heard that sentence and knew it wasn’t meant… Continue reading The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Even a Second Thought
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The Late Bloomer
I’ve come to understand something about myself. I’m a late bloomer. And I’m learning to make space for that truth, to honor it instead of hiding it. Sometimes I look around and see people moving forward in ways I once thought impossible. Colleagues graduating faster. Friends falling in love, starting families. Siblings building lives that… Continue reading The Late Bloomer
Breaking The Traditional Views of Life
You know the one—the mom, dad, siblings, a dog, and the house with the white picket fence. Why do we all strive for the same thing, just for it to fall apart? In my case, I lost my mom. Others lose their dad. Some are raised in completely different family structures. Some have no structure… Continue reading Breaking The Traditional Views of Life
Damn, it’s Mother’s Day
Those words aren’t bitter, they’re just raw. They’re honest. They echo from a place in me that still tries to understand what this day is supposed to feel like. While the world around me blooms with pastel cards and Instagram posts filled with brunches and bouquets, I’m quietly reminded that there’s a hollow space inside… Continue reading Damn, it’s Mother’s Day
The Dead Mom Club
Realizing I’m part of a club I never wanted to be a member of There are certain clubs in life you never imagine yourself joining. You hear about them, you maybe even know someone who’s a member, but you always think, Not me. Not yet. The Dead Mom Club is one of those. There’s no… Continue reading The Dead Mom Club
I was once someone’s baby
I was once someone’s baby. Cradled in hopes and stitched into dreams, Their pride and joy, their golden light, The soft promise of better things. I was their future shining, sweet. A wish whispered into the night. The medal on a shelf of memories, The reason they chose to fight. But time, it slipped, as… Continue reading I was once someone’s baby
When I had no one to talk to
I didn’t have anyone to talk to about losing my mom. No one who really got it, what it does to you when the one person who was supposed to guide you through life is suddenly just… gone. I was young, confused, and heartbroken, but the world kept moving. And I kept quiet. Grief is… Continue reading When I had no one to talk to
Standing on the Shoulders of Giants
Everything I imagine, everything I create, isn’t just mine.It comes from the women who came before me. Those who looked like me, felt like me, and dreamed even when the world didn’t make space for their dreams.Their hopes live in me. Creativity runs through my blood.Both of my parents were artists in their own way.A… Continue reading Standing on the Shoulders of Giants
Unwritten by Her, Authored by Me
Losing my mother gave me something I didn’t recognize at first—freedom.It came wrapped in grief, confusion, and years of aching silence. But hidden beneath all of that was an unexpected truth: I now had the space to imagine a life entirely of my own making. There were no expectations to live up to, no map… Continue reading Unwritten by Her, Authored by Me
Learning That I Don’t Need Someone, But I Need Connection
I guess life forced me to learn that I didn’t need anyone in the way I once thought. At one point, I believed I needed someone to hold my hand through every challenge, every moment of doubt. I thought I needed someone to complete me, to give me the support I thought I lacked. But… Continue reading Learning That I Don’t Need Someone, But I Need Connection