06/11/2025
Mom is changing, though hardly anyone sees it.
She no longer sleeps peacefully. Nights break her rest with sudden heat rushing through her body, or chills that make no sense. She wakes up drenched in sweat, exhausted before morning even arrives. Her mind feels heavy, her memory slips, and tears come without a reason over the smallest things that never mattered before.
Her skin looks different.
Her hair thins quietly.
She stares in the mirror and sometimes can’t recognize the woman looking back… and it hurts.
Yet society shrugs and says,
“Stop overreacting.”
“It’s just age.”
As if she chose this. As if her pain were an exaggeration.
What they don’t realize is that her body is rewriting itself.
She is closing chapters she never thought would end and learning how to rebuild from the inside out.
She isn’t being difficult she’s evolving.
She’s crossing a bridge from the woman she once was… to the wiser, stronger woman she is becoming.
But she feels unseen.
We live in a world that worships youth, filters, and perfection while ignoring the woman who has given everything: love, time, and pieces of herself that can never be replaced.
What she needs isn’t mockery or impatience.
What she needs is someone who will hold her hand and say with gentleness:
“I’m here. I see you. You are not alone.” ❤🌻🦋@ the storyteller