Hope on Tired Feet

Parenting is already hard. Parenting from separate households? It’s a whole different kind of struggle. Especially when you and the fathers of your children don’t see eye to eye — on rules, routines, values, or even basic communication. It feels like I’m constantly pulled in opposite directions, trying to raise my children with consistency and love while navigating conflict, frustration, and misalignment. Sometimes, I sit alone at night thinking about everything I could’ve done differently. I wonder if I’m doing enough, being enough. I carry this quiet guilt — a heavy weight that whispers,  “You can do better… you should be better.”  I replay moments when I lost my patience, when I was too tired to engage, when I let the stress get the best of me. And I hate it. Because deep down, I know I’m capable of more. Of showing up calmer. Of responding instead of reacting. Of setting boundaries, not just for the fathers of my children, but for myself — for my peace. But here’s the trut...

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m living in a beautiful mess — a whirlwind of motherhood, endless housework, and a constant effort to not lose myself in the chaos. Some days I wake up ready to conquer it all — make breakfast, fold laundry, kiss boo-boos, clean, cook, and maybe even sneak in a shower without a toddler barging in. Other days... I just don't want to do anything at all. And on those days, the guilt creeps in like an old friend I wish would stop visiting. I love my kids with every fiber of my being, but being a mom doesn’t mean I stopped being  me . I still crave a moment of silence, a cup of coffee I can finish while it's hot, a little time to breathe without someone needing something. But when you’re the glue holding it all together — the meals, the mess, the emotions — it’s easy to forget who you were before the titles of “Mom” and “House Manager” took over. Then there’s the money. We’re stretching every dollar, trying to make it last till the next check, the ne...

Have you ever been standing at the edge of something big, staring at the next chapter of your life, and felt completely alone in it? That feeling of being overwhelmed, not knowing where to step next, or whether you're even ready for what's ahead—it hits harder than most people are willing to admit. It’s a space where loneliness meets uncertainty, and it’s easy to feel like you're the only one standing there, paralyzed by fear. But here’s the thing: you’re not alone in feeling this way. Life’s changes come at us fast, and sometimes, they feel like they’ve dropped us in the middle of a maze with no map. Whether you’re looking at a career change, a move to a new city, or just trying to figure out where the heck your life is headed, that knot in your stomach is real. And it’s okay to feel it. Feeling Alone in the Process  One of the toughest parts of any transition is the sense of loneliness that often comes with it. You might look around and see people in their routines, seemi...

In a world where friendships often come and go, I’ve been blessed with a few rare gems that have weathered the storms of life with me. These are the friendships that feel like family, the ones that never fade, no matter the distance or the time apart. Whether they’ve been with me through every season or emerged during my hardest moments, these friends have been the ones who’ve held me up, encouraged me, and loved me without conditions. This post is for them — the ones who stayed when everything else seemed to crumble. And for anyone who’s ever felt the warmth of a friend who became so much more. 💛 When life gets hard, you quickly learn who’s really standing beside you. Not everyone who starts with you will stay. Some friends fade quietly when the storms roll in. Some disappear when your journey becomes too heavy for them to carry. And that’s okay — not everyone is meant for every season of your life. But then... there are the rare few. The friends who stay. The ones who show up withou...

Starting over after a broken marriage is a journey that no one truly prepares you for. The fear, the lessons, the moments of hope — they all weave together to create a new, stronger version of yourself. In this post, I open up about my experiences with dating after being a wife, the challenges I faced, the lessons I learned, and how each encounter taught me to value myself even more. If you've ever felt lost, afraid, or unsure about loving again — this is for you. You are not alone. And you are still worthy of a beautiful, honest love. 💛 Dating after being a wife is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to face. When you’ve once given your heart, your time, your trust to build a life with someone — starting over feels like trying to learn a new language with a broken voice. It’s scary. It’s exhausting. And honestly, some days, it feels almost impossible. After everything I had been through, I wasn't interested in "playing the game." I wasn't interested in casua...

[Disclaimer: This post contains mentions of abuse. If you or someone you know needs help, please reach out to the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 or visit  www.thehotline.org .] I thought it was time to share a little more about myself — where I come from, and how I ended up here, writing to you. My life hasn’t been a straight, easy path. I became a mother at just 17 years old. At a time when I needed support the most, I found myself standing alone. My mother was living in another country, and my father — he was never really a part of my life at all. The father of my first child came from a family who treated me like I had "ruined his life." Instead of love and support, I faced judgment, isolation, and shame. For a while, I tried to hold everything together. But the truth was, behind closed doors, life was breaking me apart. Only two years after my child was born, I saw the truth: the man I thought I could build a life with had become abusive. The emotion...