My Honest Beginning

An honest story about motherhood, identity, and everyday struggles — for every woman who smiles on the outside while struggling inside.

3, 2, 1… Let’s begin. Who am I?

I’m a mom of two: a 12-year-old girl, now a full-blown teenager, and a 9-year-old boy.

My daughter? She holds a mirror up to me every single day. Is that a challenge? Oh yes, and then some.

My son? He’s full of curiosity, kindness, and softness. He’s the one in our family who gives the most attention and yes, also takes the most. Warm-hearted, gentle, and totally in his own little world.

But… who am I? Really?

That question is harder.

I’m a mom. A wife. A working woman.
But deep down… who am I?

In my mind, I wish I was that “ideal” woman from the screen:
The perfect mom, loving wife, successful businesswoman with a stable income,
a clean and organized home, time for friends, self-care, laughter, and peace.

Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?

But reality? It’s something else entirely.

I’m “just” me.

A mom who’s learning alongside her kids.
A wife discovering new layers of love and partnership.
A woman juggling work and trying to keep our family life balanced.
A friend who shows up with a smile, ready to laugh and talk for hours with her “chickens” (yes, that’s what I call my friends).

That’s all me. And at the same time… I feel far from being any of it.

Today was one of those days.
The kind of day that emotionally drains you.

I took a shower in the middle of the day.
Not because I needed to clean off the world,
but because I needed a quiet place to sort through my thoughts.

Tears rolled down my cheeks – not hidden, not dramatic, just there.

And yet… today was also the day I finally started.

The day I began something I’ve carried inside me for a long time.
An idea. A space. A voice.

Why now? Why here? Why write any of this?

First and foremost – for me.
To breathe.
To write it out.
To admit it.

And maybe… just maybe… for you too.

For you who might have a loving family, amazing friends –
and still feel, in certain corners of your life, completely alone.