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Why I Share My Life Online

I’ve never been called an oversharer, at least, not to my face. But I sometimes wonder if that’s what people think. You know, when I post something raw, vulnerable, emotional, when I speak openly about my heartache, or the moments I felt completely lost. Maybe someone, somewhere, scrolls past and thinks, “That’s a lot to post online.” And to them, I’d say this: Yes. It is a lot. Because life is a lot. And if my story helps even one person feel less alone in this messy, complicated world, then every word was worth sharing. I Share for the Memories… and the Meaning I’ve always shared my life online not for attention, but for connection. For documentation. For the memories. I want to remember the moments I’m proud of, the milestones, the laughter, the warmth of everyday life. I want to be able to scroll back and see how far I’ve come. I share my children, because they’re my greatest achievement. I share my home, because I built something that feels safe and strong. I shar...

The Quiet, Messy, Magical Reality of Being a Woman in Your Thirties

There’s a funny thing about being a woman in your thirties. You grow up thinking it will all make sense by now. That your thirties are where the pieces come together, the chaos settles, and you finally arrive . But if you're anything like me- and so many of us- you’ve realised the truth is quieter, more complicated, and far more beautiful than anyone ever warned you. Some of the biggest wins in your thirties come with no applause. Letting go of a person, a dream, or a timeline that no longer fits doesn’t always look like a crisis- it can look like getting out of bed when your heart is heavy. It can look like cooking for one, deleting the number, unfollowing someone who once meant the world, or finally learning to say "no" without guilt. These moments rarely make it onto Instagram, but they matter. Deeply. In a world that constantly tells us where we “should” be by now- married, with children, climbing the ladder, owning property- it’s easy to feel behind. You scroll and...

You Can Be Both- The Reality of Motherhood and Ambition

There’s this persistent lie that women have been told- that we have to choose. That we can be either a good mother or a career woman. That we can succeed at home or succeed at work. That motherhood should clip our wings instead of giving us new ones. I used to think that once you had children, you had to stop chasing your dreams. That your world was meant to shrink- to revolve only around bottles, routines, and nursery runs. But I’ve learned that motherhood doesn’t mean the end of your identity. In fact, it’s where mine was redefined. I’ve lived through that lie- felt the shame of wanting more, the guilt of not doing enough, the exhaustion of trying to do everything. I’ve cried in the car, broken down in the shower, smiled through tears, and still got up the next day to keep going. I’ve faced heartache, trauma, loneliness, and immense pressure. But I never gave up. Because I had a dream, and because I had children who depended on me- not just to survive, but to show them what’s pos...

Almost a Year On: The Day My Life Changed Forever

The last time I wrote here, I was navigating life as a new mother, learning how to balance my identity with the needs of my children, my career, and my relationships. I felt stretched in every direction- but I also felt secure. I thought I knew who I was building a future with. I thought I knew what came next. I thought I knew what my future looked like. But nearly a year ago, my world was turned upside down. And now, nearly a year later, I feel ready to tell the story of how my world fell apart- and how I’ve slowly begun to rebuild it. The Beginning of the End There wasn’t one single moment that ended it all- more a slow, silent unraveling that started with a gut instinct I couldn’t shake. In the weeks leading up to what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, things started to feel…off. The man I loved became distant. Cold. He disappeared at strange hours, offered no real answers, and moved through life like I wasn’t even there. The more I tried to hold things to...

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

So let's talk about March- what a month it has been. There has been so much drama, so much fun, so much laughter, and unfortunately a few tears. Behind every maternity leave is a story, and often a challenge. It can often feel 'out of sight, out of mind' for a woman. "Would this have happened if I hadn't gone on leave?" A question that has been on my mind just lately. Being a working mum is hard, in fact being a woman is hard in general. I assume that we are all familiar with the words 'It's a man's world". I've always been quite a feminist myself. We live in changing times and it is okay to change routine every so often. Being a woman in this so- called man's world feels a lot like navigating through a minefield when it absolutely should not. In an ideal world working mums would not feel inferior, they would not feel limited, or need to tread carefully out of fear that they might hurt a few egos along the way. This is undeniably a ...

Love yourself first, and everything else falls in line...

Self Love and Motherhood As I hurtle towards my thirties at an alarming pace, I've realised every one of us needs to show how much we care for each other and in the process, care for ourselves. Women are being divided up in the middle- you're either a woman who has a child, or not. When someone becomes a mum, we erase her identity, and as a mother it sure is easy to lose yourself. It almost feels like unless you're doing something for your child, you are no longer valued as a person. You're not the friend you once were, you're not the employee you once were, you're not as good as you used to be, because you have a child. But that couldn't be further from the truth. Self love is a mother's secret weapon. It was towards the end of 2019 when I really started suffering with my anxiety. In 2020, things just got worse and worse. Lockdowns, and COVID, really bought out the worst in people, and I just became too scared to leave the house. It wasn't becau...