Mother's Day
May 19, 2025
There’s a kind of silence that lives in many mothers.
Not because they don’t have anything to say —
But because they’re too tired to say it.
I see you.
The woman who’s holding everyone together.
The one who remembers birthdays, snacks, therapy appointments, and the emotional temperature of the entire household.
The one who wakes up with a list in her head and goes to bed wondering who she forgot.
This Mental Health Awareness Month, I want to speak to you — not just the mother, but the human behind the caregiving.
The woman with a body, a story, a soul that needs tending.
Because somewhere between carpool lines and bedtime routines, I know you’ve asked yourself:
“Where did I go?”
Motherhood is sacred.
But for many, it becomes a slow erasure of self.
Especially for those who carry trauma in their nervous systems — parenting can feel like constantly walking a tightrope, trying to break generational patterns while holding your own inner child close.
It’s heavy. And you’re not weak for feeling that.
In The Body of Change, I write about what it means to reclaim yourself — especially as a woman who has spent her life serving others. I talk about the Four Ds — denying, defending, disconnecting, dissociating — and how we unknowingly teach them to our children by living in them ourselves.
But I also share the antidote.
Embodiment.
Aliveness.
Permission to feel everything, and the grace to stay in your body when it hurts.
Because when a mother comes home to herself, the whole family shifts.
You become the calm in the chaos.
The mirror your children will look into and say:
"That’s what safety looks like."
You don’t have to escape your life to heal.
You just have to return to the truth of who you are — again and again, breath by breath. So if this month brings up the ache of what’s been lost… Know that it’s also an invitation to begin again.
