Journey of Motherhood

Someone told me a few days ago, very confidently: "You’re not busy. You’re just lazy." I smiled politely. But in my head I thought: Bitch, become a work-from-home mom for one week. (Words came from a single woman) Just one. Let me introduce you to the glamorous lifestyle. You wake up one day and decide you will finally get healthy. This is it. New life. New routine. You start working out. You download a fitness app. You follow a diet. You eat chia seeds like a responsible adu

One of the most heartbreaking parts of being a woman who gets married and moves to another city is something no one really prepares you for. The distance from your parents. Not the physical distance — that can be measured in kilometers, flight tickets, or train journeys. I’m talking about the emotional distance that quietly grows with time. When I got married, my husband lovingly told me, "You can go to your parents whenever you want." At the time, it sounded comforting. Reas

At 33, no one tells you that motherhood sometimes feels like a quiet, middle-aged identity crisis wearing pajamas with milk stains. You don’t wake up one day and dramatically lose yourself.It happens slowly. Quietly. Like socks disappearing in the washing machine. First, you leave your home. Then your city. Then the version of yourself that knew which café made your favorite coffee. Now your world is smaller but somehow heavier. Your friends — the ones who knew you before yo