I am a 30 something woman, finding her way through anxiety. I am challenging my fears, facing childhood trauma, and learning to use my voice.
I am a mother. A teacher. A lover.
This journey of mine–it has been messy. But, over the months, I have learned being a mess is okay.
Facing that mess–looking it in the eye and growing from it–is a brave thing to do.
I might be a mess–but I am a brave mess. And I am growing into the woman I have always wanted to become. ❤
Posts you might want to read:
The beginning, and the start of the journey.
When saying “No” wasn’t enough
Be who you needed when you were younger