Glow Single Mama

Alright, here we go! I’m diving into WordPress, still feeling like a newbie, but hey, I’ll learn as I go.

I’ve been itching to start a blog for what seems like forever. Once upon a time, way back before the kids came along, I did have a blog. It was mostly about my furry companions – a dog and a bunny, and I wrote in my native language.

Fast forward to mom life, and finding time to write became a mythical quest. When, by some miracle, I did have a moment to spare, I was either too exhausted, overwhelmed, or both. So, yeah, it just wasn’t happening.
The last six years have been the toughest of my life, but it’s hard to say precisely when the clouds began to part or if they even have. Maybe I’ve just reached my breaking point?

So, to summarize, six years ago, I was a married woman with my second son on the way. Things took a nosedive pretty rapidly from there. I grappled with postpartum depression, and life was topsy-turvy for a few months until I finally received the help I needed. Amidst all this, my marriage fell apart, and I had to move with my older son from a previous relationship. Our youngest started living with me and his dad on alternate weeks, initially spending more time with me.

Suddenly, I found myself solo parenting, with the younger one alternating between homes. It was a whole new ball game. I must admit, in those initial years, I was in full-on survival mode. I discovered I’m more of an introvert who cherishes moments of silence, and here I was, surrounded by energetic kids, trying to keep it all together.

Then came the cancer diagnosis for my father. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, even at the ripe old age of 40-something. I had to navigate the waves of grief and adapt to a new normal.

My go-to survival food became chocolate, and a glass or two of good wine post-bedtime routine became my go-to drink. Cue an extra 20 kilos, which, in the grand scheme of things, is a first-world problem, but it’s left me unrecognizable in photos. I’ve become a rather forlorn-looking individual, and shopping for clothes doesn’t spark joy anymore because nothing fits or looks flattering.

Photo by Kelly Visel on Unsplash

Around the same time, I started experiencing some peculiar symptoms – insomnia, winter blues that could rival any iceberg, and sweating like a human fountain. After years of enduring these symptoms, I finally discovered I was in the premenopausal phase. I started hormone replacement therapy (HRT) and am now navigating this new chapter of life.
Honestly, I’m just tired. I am tired of being tired. It’s time for a change. Change is on the horizon, and I’ve had enough of this nonsense.