05/11/2026
Motherhood has felt incredibly layered for me this past year.
This year pushed me beyond what I thought I could endure. I’ve walked through fear for both my life and my children’s, lost countless nights of sleep making sure they were safe, carried motherhood while surviving emotionally, financially, mentally, and spiritually, and still somehow found a way to create softness for my children in the middle of survival.
Motherhood kept my fire alive, motherhood transformed me even more rooted in purpose. It created a hellfire mother — the kind of mother who will stand up against and rebuild from the very things and people that meant to break a mother.
After eight long months, I finally read my victim impact statement in court. Before I read it, the District Attorney told me, “For what it’s worth, you should become a novelist,” and said that what I wrote was important for others experiencing domestic violence to hear. Ironically, the last seven years of my life have centered around healing, speaking, and writing.
Within my statement, there was a huge emphasis on motherhood and on refusing to lose my voice because of somebody else’s actions.
Even while grieving, rebuilding, and carrying unimaginable weight, I was still capable of creating warmth, love, stability, and protection for my children. There is absolutely nothing in this world that could ever pull me away from being a mother.
This Mother’s Day feels less like celebration and more like reflection. A reflection on survival within every meaning of the word, resilience, and the kind of love that keeps going even when everything feels broken.
While this year has been the greatest earth shattering experience a soul could endure, being their mother has deepened my purpose more than anything else ever could.
And to the loved ones who helped carry me through the darkest moments — thank you. Thank you for loving and protecting my children so fiercely.
