This is the space where I share the parts of my story that 
don't fit in neat boxes.

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The messy middle. The in-between moments. The days when 
you're a mom and the days when you're not. The goodbye 
that breaks you and the hello you're not ready for.

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I've been the woman waiting for negative pregnancy tests. 
The woman loving kids who might leave. The woman rebuilding 
her entire identity after divorce. The woman who didn't know 
who she was anymore but had to keep showing up anyway.

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Sometimes a Mom isn't just about motherhood—it's about the 
seasons when you lose the script and have to write a new one. 
When the life you planned falls apart and you're left standing 
in the rubble wondering what comes next.

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If you're in one of those seasons right now—the hard ones, the 
uncertain ones, the ones where you don't recognize yourself—
you're in the right place.

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These are my stories. The raw ones. The real ones. The ones 
that didn't make it to Instagram but needed to be told anyway.

And if they help you feel a little less alone in your own story? 
That's why they exist.

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Grab your favorite drink. Pick a post below. Stay as long as you need.

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You're not alone.