04/13/2026
For a long time I could not find my purpose and I could not figure out why.
I had spent years holding onto two versions of myself that were quietly clashing. The woman I was before motherhood and the mother I had become. I was trying to keep all the old pieces of me alive while living a completely different life, and the friction of that was taking up so much space inside me that I genuinely could not see clearly.
Looking back I think I was downplaying the mother identity because I was so busy trying to fit everything else in alongside it. And that meant I was never fully landing in either place.
When I finally let myself feel through all of it, the grief of what I was leaving behind, the resistance, the identity confusion, something started to shift. Gradually. Not all at once. It felt like weights lifting off me, one by one.
And as they lifted, something became visible that had been there the whole time. A path. A sense of purpose so clear and so lit up that I could not believe I had not been able to see it before.
It completely changed everything. My work, my relationships, my friendships, the way I make decisions, the way I think. My husband now refers to me as calm, which is honestly not something anyone would have said about me before. My parenting feels grounded and steady in a way that used to feel impossible when I was pulled in every direction by thoughts and feelings I had not dealt with.
I am actually present now. Not performing presence while my brain is somewhere else entirely.
When I was at capacity, desire felt so far away. Flat. Hard to even vision anything. Once I faced what I had been avoiding and felt what needed to be felt, I eventually found myself able to want things again. Real things. Not what I thought I should want. The actual felt pull toward a life that fits who I actually am now.
All of that was always available to me. It was just crowded out.