Why I started blogging as a single mom: my journey to finding my voice
There’s a kind of Isolation you can’t explain until you’re deep in it. You’re trying to balance life, raise kids, and hold yourself together, and somehow you’re still aching for something—connection, maybe, or just the sense that someone out there truly gets it. I’ve hit that place hard in those early days into being a single mom. I remember late nights scrolling through my phone, typing questions into Google, searching for any story that mirrored mine. I wanted to see my reality somewhere, to know someone out there had lived through this and come out okay.
But instead of finding relatable stories, I found these perfectly curated lives. Blogs that looked like magazine spreads, talking about all the sweet, joyful moments of motherhood without a hint of the struggles. I felt like I’d somehow missed the boat on this idealized version of single motherhood, where everyone was managing, smiling, and making it look easy. And I couldn’t help but feel a little alien in my own life, wondering why my story didn’t match up to theirs.
One night, after too many searches and too many blank screens that didn’t show a piece of me in them, I had this moment of clarity. I realized that if I couldn’t find the stories that reflected my reality, maybe I was supposed to be the one to write them. It wasn’t a lightbulb moment—it was more like a flicker, a tiny spark of purpose. But I held onto it, thinking, *What if I could be honest about my journey? What if I could create something that didn’t shy away from the messiness and the beauty that coexists with it all?*
Sharing the Struggles
So, I started this blog. It felt intimidating at first—putting myself out there, opening up about my struggles and my everyday reality as a single mom. But I knew there had to be other moms feeling the same way I did, needing that reminder that they weren’t the only ones finding it hard. I wanted to share the realness, the parts of motherhood that don’t always get talked about because they don’t fit into a picture-perfect frame. The days that are heavy, the moments when you’re giving everything but still feel like it’s not enough.
When I sat down to write, I promised myself that I’d be real. I’d talk about the times I feel strong, but also the times I feel lost. I’d let myself be raw and vulnerable, not because I wanted pity or praise, but because I wanted this to be an honest space. I wanted other moms to come here and feel like they were having a conversation with a friend, not reading some polished, scripted version of life. I wanted this blog to be a place where single moms could find a piece of themselves, a place where they didn’t have to feel alone in their journey.
Celebrating the Joys
But it’s not all about the struggles, and I think that’s important to say, too. This blog isn’t here to just vent about the hard parts; it’s also a place to celebrate the wins, the joys, and the moments that make everything worthwhile. I believe both the positives and the *not so positive* can coexist. I look at my kids and feel overwhelmed with gratitude, days when I feel proud of how far I’ve come. I want to share those moments, too, because they’re real, and they’re just as much a part of my journey.
It’s not about glossing over the challenges or pretending they don’t exist. It’s about recognizing that even on the hardest days, there can still be glimpses of light. Those moments deserve to be seen and celebrated just as much as the difficult ones. They remind me that I’m capable of joy and resilience, even when life feels a bit heavy on other days. And if sharing those moments helps other moms find hope in their own days, then that’s a win.
Rediscovering My Strength
As I wrote, I realized I was building a space I wished I’d found when I was up late, searching for something real. The act of putting words to my experiences helped me see my own strength in ways I hadn’t before. Writing became a way for me to process, to reflect, and to remind myself that I’m not defined by the hard days alone. Every word I type is like a reminder that I’ve made it this far, and if I can keep pushing forward, maybe others can too.
So here I am, sharing my story, in hopes that it reaches another mom who’s up late, scrolling and searching for something real. If that’s you, I hope you find a bit of yourself in these words. And I hope you know that whatever you’re feeling—whether it’s joy, exhaustion, or a confusing mix of both—you’re not alone.
