05/01/2026
June 2023 • Something in me shifted a few years ago.
I don’t know the exact moment, but I remember the feeling. Like something inside of me finally clicked into place.
And then the thought came clearly:
I’m not living my life.
I’m giving it away for other people to consume.
For a long time, I leaned on social media in the moments of motherhood that felt too overwhelming to sit with. I called it connection. I called it creativity. Sometimes it was.
But sometimes, if I’m honest, it was escape.
Even while being “real” and “transparent,” I was still disappearing from the people who mattered most.
My husband. My children. My home. My actual life.
And then I looked at my kids and felt the weight of it.
They get one childhood.
One.
I don’t want to spend it half-present. I don’t want to keep reaching for a screen when life asks me to stay. I don’t want to confuse being seen online with being known by the people in my own home.
Maybe I’ll keep sharing here. Maybe I’ll come and go. Maybe my relationship with this space will always change as I do.
But I know this much:
I don’t care who I am on here if it costs me who I am there.
There is exactly one childhood my children get.
And I want to be present and accounted for, for it 🖤
