There’s a quiet grief that doesn’t get talked about enough—the grief of losing who you used to be.

Before the diapers, the schedules, the endless giving.
Before the titles of “Mom” and “Wife” took center stage.
Before your body changed, your energy shifted, and your dreams got shelved for “someday.”

I’ve felt it. I’ve cried over it. I’ve tried to ignore it.
But the truth is, that version of me mattered.
She was vibrant, curious, spontaneous. She danced without reason and dreamed without limits.

I wouldn’t trade my family for anything. I’ve learned that honoring who I was is part of healing who I am.

So today, I grieve her.
Not with regret—but with reverence.

Because she laid the foundation for the woman I’m becoming.
And she deserves to be remembered, celebrated, and gently released.

If you’re grieving your “before” self, you’re not alone.
Let’s hold space for her together.
Let’s whisper thank you.
And then… let’s start again.