#softnessaftersurvival

[healingmomjournal]

Why I Started Healing mom Journal?

There comes a time in life where surviving is no longer enough. This blog was born from a place of craving a version of myself that feels whole again.

I am far from perfect, I have nothing figured out. Exhaustion, growth, motherhood, dreams, heartbreak and healing, rebuilding has been the driving force for the creation of this blog.

I am a mother.

A mother - a woman trying to heal from things motherhood forced me to confront. Its weird how nobody talks enough about how becoming a mother can awaken the little girl inside of you - the one who still carries pain, abandonment, confusion, fear and a whole lot of loneliness.

Motherhood has been the most beautiful but it has also been emotional. Heavy. Transformative. Some days I feel strong and hopeful. Other days I don't have any idea who I am - where I find it so hard to balance healing, responsibilities, dreams, finances, relationships and just simply being okay. Somewhere in between all of that I realized I needed a safe safe where I can speak honestly - stripped myself naked of perfection, FOR ONCE.

So, WELCOME mommies!

I am so happy you are here.

This is definitely a soft (but raw) place for healing mothers, dreamers and women who are on the road to self rediscovery.

Love,

A healing mom

[lightliveshere]

Don’t Play With the Ones Who’ve Been Through the Storm

I’ve been that person — showing up to work with red eyes and a steady smile. Nobody asked. Nobody noticed. But I kept showing up.

Not everyone who moves with love has lived a life full of it.

Some of us smile because we had to. Because crying didn’t fix anything and silence didn’t save us. We show up because we remember what it felt like when nobody showed up for us. We give, we encourage, we love — not because the world did right by us, but because we promised ourselves we would be better than what we survived.

And that choice? That daily commitment to rise above bitterness? It costs something.

Don’t confuse softness with simplicity. Don’t mistake kindness for weakness. Don’t assume grace is given because life has been easy.

There are people clocking in every day with battles you’ll never see. People who fight to keep their peace while standing in rooms that try to rob it. People who hand out hope while quietly rebuilding themselves. And the reason you don’t know it is because they don’t perform their pain. They carry it, process it, and still choose light.

But make no mistake — that light wasn’t handed to them. It was fought for. It was prayed for. It was bled for.

The smile you see? Might be stitched together with grief. That patience? Learned through betrayal. That gentleness? Earned through fire.

So when you meet someone who still believes in love, in kindness, in connection — despite everything they’ve been through — understand who you’re standing in front of.

Because those people? The ones who lead with love despite being taught every reason not to — those are the ones you should never play with.

They won’t tell you how strong they are, because they don’t need to. They don’t wear their wounds like a trophy — they wear them like armor.

If you’re lucky enough to stand beside someone like that:

Don’t gossip about their softness.

Don’t test their peace.

Don’t underestimate their grace.

Instead:

Ask how they’re really doing.

Respect their boundaries.

Match their energy with sincerity.

Because that kind of soul? Doesn’t just survive. That kind of soul transforms. And that kind of love? Don’t come twice.