I looked up one day and didn't recognize my own life.

Not in a bad way, necessarily. Everything was fine. Technically.

• I had the husband.
• The baby.
• The businesses.
• The responsibilities.
• The life I prayed for.

But if I'm being honest… somewhere in the middle of taking care of everybody else, I stopped recognizing myself.

Nobody talks enough about marriage after kids, or how lonely motherhood can feel, or how your friendships change, or how your brain literally never shuts off after giving birth.

And as somebody who used to thrive off freedom, autonomy, and being able to wake up with an idea and immediately make it happen?

Motherhood humbled me REAL BAD.

Now I need about three to five business days just to answer a text message.