Raising Children While Rebuilding Myself

There’s something wild and profound about mothering multiples—it breaks every version of who you thought you’d be.
And in that breakdown, something unexpected happens:
You stop trying to “get back to yourself”…
and start becoming someone you’ve never been before.

In this unraveling, minimalism became more than a lifestyle.
It became survival. Stillness. Surrender.
I stopped chasing the ideal mother.
I started listening to the real one—the one who rises even in her mess. The one who chooses truth over performance.

Minimalism, for me now, is this:
Letting go of every version of me that was built to please, perform, or prove.
So I can raise my children while finally mothering myself.

What’s one internal story you’re ready to release? Let it go. Make space. And let your next step come from the real you—not the one the world expects.