I'm a single mom to four boys. I homeschool the younger two, and I run a small business from my kitchen table. Some days it feels like I'm carrying a lot, because I am.
The truth is, I'm a private person. Sharing the hard parts of my story doesn't come naturally. But I keep coming back to the same reason: community.
I think about the woman sitting in her car somewhere, trying to hold it together, searching for something that reminds her she's not the only one struggling. I've been her.
If being honest about my journey helps even one mom feel seen, understood, or encouraged today, then sharing my story is worth it.