07/12/2025
๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐โฆ and I didnโt even realise it at the time. ๐ง
There was something about this day, the way my body felt, the way my heart opened, the way the world suddenly went quiet around me. Something broke loose that Iโd been carrying for years. A weight. A shell. A version of me that had been surviving instead of living.
This was the moment that cracked me.
The moment that softened me.
The moment that stripped everything down and asked, โWho are you really, when you stop pretending to be strong?โ
I didnโt know it then, but this was the start of my becoming.
From here, everything shifted. Parts of me Iโd buried started rising. And while this last year that has followed has been heavy, messy, and full of endingsโฆ it was also the year I came home to myself.
Iโve got to learn my Roman. Watched Theo step into his own light. Made memories on small trips, found small joys, and remembered that life still has gentle moments even when youโre breaking open.
This year pushed me into a new, more real womanhood. A softer one. A truer one. And now Iโm ending 2025 as a mum of two, celebrating our first full year as a three, giving my boys the kind of Christmas I always dreamed of. My chest finally feels like it can breathe again. ๐
The old me was scared, dimmed, rigid, pleasing everyone but herself. This version? Sheโs raw, open, honest. Sheโs choosing softness, truth, and connection that feels real. Sheโs choosing herself.
Iโm proud of the woman born in this moment โ the one who let herself crack so she could finally expand.
Iโm an alchemist. Everything that tried to break me only carved me into something braver, softer, and more powerful. โจ