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There is a version of me I still miss sometimes. The woman who had energy. Motivation. Direction. The woman who knew exactly who she was before motherhood changed everything. Before the sleepless nights. Before the mental overload. Before every thought became centered around someone else’s needs. Somewhere along the way, I stopped recognizing myself. And maybe you have too. Maybe you look in the mirror and see exhaustion instead of purpose. Maybe you feel disconnected from yo

I used to know who I was. Not perfectly—but I knew what I liked, what I cared about, how I showed up in the world. I had routines. I had motivation. I had a sense of… me. And then I became a mom. And somewhere between the sleepless nights, the constant responsibility, and the emotional weight of it all… I stopped recognizing that version of myself. I didn’t feel like her anymore. I didn’t look like her. I didn’t think like her. I didn’t even move like her. Everything changed—

I became a mom… and everything changed overnight. Not just my routine. Not just my body. Me. Emotionally, I was all over the place. I experienced postpartum depression, and that’s something I wasn’t prepared for at all. I’m not even a crier, but during that time… I cried every single day. Every day felt heavy. I was sad, overwhelmed, and honestly scared. Scared because now I had a child depending on me—and I didn’t even feel like myself anymore. I lost myself in a way I didn’