When Life Feels Like a Full-Time Job You Didn't Apply For (BUt You're Still Showing UP)
Hey love. Sit down. Yes — actually sit down. I know you’re probably reading this standing in the kitchen, staring at a sink full of dishes you swear you JUST washed yesterday, while a child screams in the background about a sibling “breathing too loud.” So just… sit. For a second. You deserve a moment where nobody touches you, nobody needs you, and nobody asks you impossible questions like, “Mom, why do clouds have feelings?” I want to talk about this phase of life — the one where you’re young, exhausted, traumatized, healing, hopeful, overloaded, and somehow still expected to function like a fully formed adult with their shit together. Let’s be honest: motherhood in your twenties is basically being on a diet of coffee, chaos, therapy, and dreams you’re trying to chase in between wiping butts and negotiating with toddlers like you’re part of the UN. You’re navigating: • kids • court • mental health • adulthood • healing • trying not to lose your mind • AND writing a nove...