I already know your story.

You were taught to be quiet when you were hurting. To smile when you felt invisible. To give and give and give, until there was nothing left to give, and somehow you still kept giving.

You didn’t lose yourself. You were never really given permission to find her.

Nobody ever asked you what you wanted. Of course you didn’t know.

For 14 years I lived that story too. After my first pregnancy I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise the woman staring back. Facial paralysis. Self-hatred. Silence. I had given everything to everyone and forgotten there was a me underneath it all.

Until May 11, 2011. My rebirth date. The day I decided enough was enough.

The solution was never outside me. It was always within me. And it’s within you too.

You don’t need to become someone else. You don’t need to leave your life. You need to come back to yourself. That’s it.

When you do that? The anxiety softens. The stress quiets. A calm settles in that you haven’t felt in years. And then you can love your family better. Not because you have to. Because you actually have something left to give. There was one more dash. I removed it. Yes I’m ready