The one who’s always holding it together, holding everyone else, and quietly holding yourself at the very end.

I see you, exhausted and still showing up. Grateful and still grieving. Full of love and still feeling lost.

Motherhood is sacred, but it’s not easy. And somewhere along the way, no one told you that you’re allowed to not be okay.

In this space, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to know what to say. You don’t have to perform.

You get to show up in your fullness, your rage, your softness, your silence, your tears.

This isn’t about being a better mom. This is about coming back to you.

The you before the roles, the you underneath the responsibilities, the you who deserves softness too.

Rest. Reclaim. Be held.

You don’t need permission, but if you’ve been waiting for it, here it is.

With so much love,
Nicole🤎