I know what it feels like to be exhausted, overwhelmed, and disconnected from the person you used to be. At 40, I thought I was entering a beautiful new chapter—marriage, motherhood, a full heart. But fibromyalgia and chronic pain pulled the rug out from under me.

Suddenly, I wasn’t the caregiver—I was the one who needed care. I couldn’t keep up with my life, let alone be the woman I once was. And in the quiet moments, when everyone else was asleep, I’d stare at the ceiling and wonder:

-“Will I ever feel like myself again?

-“How do I keep being the mom my son needs?”

-“Is this really it for me now?”

The pain was real, yes—but it was the identity loss that broke me. I wasn’t just hurting—I was grieving who I used to be.

But eventually, I made a decision—not to wait for a miracle, but to begin again. I started doing the deep inner work to quiet my mind, reconnect with my heart, and believe that I could still build a meaningful life—even if it looked different now.

Slowly, I began to heal—not just physically, but emotionally. I began to find joy in small wins. I stopped defining myself by what I couldn’t do and started celebrating who I was becoming. And I realized:

✨ I wasn’t broken—I was rebuilding.