Today, as I sit down to write my first blog, I find myself smiling a little. Not because this is easy, but because this story still shakes something deep within me.
Stories have a way of touching hearts, so let me take you back to the day when I discovered something surprising — I had lost myself.
It happened on my mom’s 50th birthday.
The house was filled with laughter, music, warm hugs, and the aroma of home-cooked food. Everyone was excited, playing games, celebrating, and soaking in the joy of the moment.
In the middle of all this fun, I have received three colorful sheets of paper.
Each sheet had simple questions about favorite color, favorite food, favorite place, likes, dislikes — but here was the twist:
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One sheet for my partner
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One for my child
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And one… for myself
It sounded interesting, so I quickly got to work.
I filled every detail about my husband and my child with confidence.
I knew everything — their favorites, their choices.
And then I picked up the sheet meant for me.
That’s when everything went still.
I stared at the questions.
Favorite color?
Favorite food?
What do I like? What do I dislike?
My mind went blank.
Completely blank.
As if someone had erased my memory, my identity.
In that moment, surrounded by people I loved, I realized something painful:
**I knew everything about everyone… except myself.
I had disappeared somewhere in my responsibilities.**
It felt scary — to not know who I was beyond being a mother, a wife, a daughter.
That was the moment that changed everything for me.
A moment that whispered, “You are lost, now go and find yourself again”
And that’s how my journey of rediscovering myself started
I’ll be sharing that journey in my next blog — the small steps, the mistakes, the breakthroughs, and many stories and how I found my way back to myself.
you’ve ever felt something similar, I’d love to hear your experience.
Maybe together, we can help each other feel a little less lost.
Take care. 💗💗