The Moment I Realized I Wasn’t Broken — I Was Becoming

I woke up the morning after the worst night of my life and did something I hadn’t done in what felt like years.I took a deep breath.Not a shallow, survival kind of breath — but one that reached all the way down.And in that moment, I didn’t feel fear.I didn’t feel shame.I felt relief.

Because something in me knew: this wasn’t the end.It was the beginning.

I wasn’t broken.I was becoming.

For years, I had walked on eggshells. I shrunk my voice. I lost my personality. I became what the world needed from me — or what I thought it needed.But that morning, I put one foot in front of the other — not as a broken single mom of two tiny humans — but as the woman those two littles needed me to be.

I didn’t know where the road was taking me. I just knew I couldn’t keep living like I wasn’t alive.So I chose to rise — not dramatically, not all at once — but breath by breath.And that first breath? It was mine.It didn’t belong to the version of me that had tried to hold everything together.It belonged to her — the one who was about to remember who she truly was.

"Open your eyes and truly look around.You are designed for greatness.For more.For them."

Looking back now, I see what I couldn’t see then:That moment wasn’t just about surviving heartbreak.It was about returning to myself — not just as a mother, but as a woman.A soul.A daughter of God.

For years, I believed the lie that I had to choose between being a good mom and being a whole woman.But healing has taught me that I was never meant to separate the two.Motherhood didn’t ask me to forget my soul — it asked me to lead with it.

And now?I no longer see myself as broken.I see the woman I was becoming all along.The one who breathes deeply.The one who feels everything.The one who whispers truth, even when her voice shakes.The one who walks through fire and still chooses softness.

To the woman reading this:You are not broken either.Even if today feels heavy.Even if you can’t see the way forward.Even if your breath is still catching in your chest.

You are in the middle of your becoming.And when you’re ready to take that first sacred breath — the one that is yours and only yours —I’ll be right here.So will she.

The version of you who already knows: You were never meant to be anything less than whole.