motherhood & breaking cycles
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There has been a quiet gap here. Not because I stopped healing.Not because I had nothing left to say.Or ran out of the courage to say it. But because sometimes the most important healing happens away from the page. Healing isn’t always pretty journaling prompts and bath bombs.Sometimes it’s messy and hard and completely invisible…
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This one’s for you… The mom with dishes in the sink and laundry on the couch. The one who answered a million questions before 10am and forgot to drink her coffee while it was still warm. The mom who’s tired but still showed up. Again. This post is for the mothers who carry more than just…
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Some awakenings come gently. This one didn’t. This one shattered me, on the side of a hockey rink, sitting on the cold concrete floor holding my son. It was the last away game of the 2023 season. Just me and my son this time. I had started taking him to games myself. Not because I…
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Most people think survival mode looks like chaos. Panic attacks. Screaming. Obvious distress. But that’s not how it usually shows up, at least not for me. Survival mode is quiet. It’s calculated. It’s the tension in my jaw on the drive over. It’s the rehearsed “safe” phrases looping in my…
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I never planned to write about my trauma. For a long time, I was just trying to survive it, quietly, privately, and as invisibly as possible. But silence didn’t protect me. It didn’t help me heal nor did it create the kind of change I needed. This blog is my attempt to make sense of…
Ashes & Ink 