Behind The Mom Mask
“Finding strength in the stories we hide.”
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The night was heavy and quiet, the kind of quiet I used to fear. The kind of quiet that made all the hard truths and sharp edges of the week echo louder in my chest. A show murmured faintly in the background, but I wasn’t really watching. I was sitting with my thoughts — and…
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There are truths we carry that never ask for permission to be known—they simply live in our bones. This is one of mine. I am the child of addiction. My first lullabies were silence and slammed doors. My childhood was a collection of almost—almost loved, almost remembered, almost enough. Whether I was planned or…
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For close to 18 years, I have worn the mask of “mom.” Before the mom mask though there were many more masks that hid my existences. The good daughter, peacemaker, helper, overachiever, good friend. And somewhere in the mix of it all I forgot where the make ended and where I began. In those years…
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There are seasons of motherhood — and of life — when we start to feel like strangers to ourselves. We move through the motions, showing up for everyone else, checking off the endless list of needs, and somewhere along the way we stop showing up for ourselves. We smile, we give, we love — but…
