This is a practical, honest space for mothers rebuilding identity, income, and stability after burnout.
I write about the parts of motherhood no one prepares you for — the identity loss, the financial pressure, the nervous system exhaustion — and what it actually takes to build a life that doesn’t revolve around survival mode.
Here, softness isn’t an aesthetic. It’s a system.
And rebuilding isn’t loud — it’s intentional.
If you’re done pretending you’re fine and ready to build something sustainable, you’re in the right place.
Self-abandonment doesn’t happen all at once. It happens quietly — in small decisions that seem harmless…
Most technology isn’t built for mothers. It’s built for uninterrupted focus, endless optimization, and users who…
For a long time, I thought calm was a personality trait. Something you either had or…
Hustle culture was never designed with mothers in mind. It was built around the idea of…
There is a loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from being needed —…
I didn’t realize how emotionally heavy my days were until some of that weight disappeared. Not…
For a long time, stability felt like something that came after chaos. Once things settled down.…
For a long time, “remote work” felt like a moving target. Everywhere I looked, someone was…
There’s a version of motherhood that’s often praised quietly. The version where you give everything. Where…
When life feels unstable, technology is often sold as a way to move faster. More efficiency.…
I used to think I was bad at decisions. Indecisive. Overthinking. Second-guessing myself. What I didn’t understand then is that stress doesn’t just make decisions harder — it actively changes how decisions are made. When your nervous system is under sustained stress, choice narrows. Stress Doesn’t Remove Intelligence — It Reduces Access Under stress, your…
I didn’t start saying no because I became more confident. I started saying no because saying yes was costing me too much. For a long time, I said yes to anything that sounded promising. Anything that hinted at income, growth, or momentum. Anything labeled an “opportunity.” Eventually, I realized that opportunity without alignment is just…
I know I’m a good mom. I show up. I care deeply. I anticipate needs before they’re spoken. I hold emotional space, manage logistics, and stay present even when I’m exhausted. And still, there are moments when I feel like an empty person. Not unhappy. Not ungrateful. Just… hollow. Good Motherhood Can Still Cost You…
Soft Life, Hard Truths 