This began as a private journaling practice.

I started writing simply to process what was going on inside me. At first, it was just for me. Over time, I shared pieces of it with a few friends, and later with some of the mother communities I was part of. What surprised me was how many women recognised themselves in what I was writing.

The more I wrote and shared, the more others shared with me. Stories started meeting stories. Conversations deepened. Things that usually stayed unspoken began to surface.

That’s when this started to feel like something more than journaling.

I began to see this as an experiment in vulnerability. Instead of keeping everything private, I wanted to use this space to share my own stories, and eventually curate others that stay with me, in the hope that reading them helps you feel a little less alone and maybe reflect on your own life too.

I also hope these stories open up conversations — with yourself, with people you trust, or in places where honesty is often missing.