Motherhood

A raw, honest reflection on growing up with an emotionally absent mother, breaking generational cycles, and choosing self‑love over inherited pain. This article explores grief, accountability, and the transformation of motherhood through healing.

I became a better mother the moment I stopped trying to perform motherhood and stepped out of the role altogether. When I let go of who I thought I had to be, I finally showed up as who I actually am, and that’s when everything softened. My kids didn’t need the perfect version of me. They needed the real one.