I used to be…
I used to be a writer.
Way before I became a mother.
Writing gave me peace and calmed the storm that was my soul.
I used to write bad poems.
It helped 14 year old me get through my first heartbreak.
Writing helped me find who I was and who I wanted to be.
I used to be creative.
I can’t draw to save a life, but I could make things.
I could write stories.
I used to be a sister and a daughter.
In a way, I still am.
But not as much as I was before.
I used to know myself real well.
Even in the midst of my depression.
I knew who I was.
Then I became a mother.
I was a mother and a writer.
A sister, a daughter, a friend.
I did my best to survive.
I did my best to write it out.
To make sense of all that I was and all I was not.
To put logic behind the hurt.
I used to be happy.
I used to be carefree.
I used to love with everything in me.
I used to be all the things I so desperately wish I could be now.
I just don’t know who am I or who I’m supposed to be moving forward.
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The journey of self-discovery can often feel daunting, especially during major life transitions. Many individuals, like myself, find solace in writing as a means to process emotions and experiences. Writing can serve as a powerful outlet for exploring feelings of vulnerability, identity loss, and personal growth. For mothers, the shift in identity can be profound, as parenting typically demands a significant portion of one's time and energy. Writing, whether through journaling or creating poetry, allows mothers to reconnect with their past selves while cherishing the present. Engaging with communities that embrace vulnerability, such as those found under hashtags like #embracevulnerability and #mentalhealthjourney, can provide support and understanding during such transitions. Furthermore, nurturing creativity through various forms of expression—like writing—can be instrumental in healing and self-reflection. By encouraging each other to share these experiences, we can create a more inclusive atmosphere for growth and shared understanding. Ultimately, this journey is about learning to balance the many roles we play while honoring our past selves. For anyone navigating similar feelings, know that it’s okay to seek help, embrace your emotions, and reclaim your voice through writing.
You are still “Her” I totally understand how you feel! Im a stay at home Mother/Wife, 49 and I have these feelings especially now that my last child will be graduating next year! I do know that I’m still HER though and Im going to need her to completely come back! Do things for you ! Make time for Edie! ❤️