Becoming and unbecoming

Being a mom. Being a wife. This is the life I once prayed for. I’m grateful for the season I’m in. But if I’m being honest… lately, I’ve been feeling a little lost. A little alone. Overwhelmed. And sometimes, I catch myself grieving my past self, unbecoming that version of me. It’s hard to admit that. Because how do you feel both grateful and heavy at the same time? Maybe this is part of it. Maybe growth doesn’t always feel like becoming— sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself too. And I’m still figuring it out.

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