There was a time when I thought self-care was selfish because I was a mom with kids that needed me and a wife that had to ensure i was available to my husband. I believed being strong meant pushing through. I believed being needed meant being valuable. I believed resting meant I was falling behind. But what I didn’t realize was that constantly neglecting myself was quietly delaying my healing. When you grow up carrying emotional wounds especially from rejection, abandonment,

There was a time in my life when I didn’t truly know who I was. Not because I lacked ambition. Not because I lacked strength. But because I lacked identity. Feelings of unworthiness would overwhelmed me. I felt un-loved so extremely that isolation became the norm in my life. It was easy to push people away because I never felt good enough for them anyway. So before they hurt me, I find reasons to walk away. Growing up without the presence of a father or having one who was emo