So… here I am again. Back at square one.
The funny part is, I’ve been at so many “square ones” lately that I’m starting to think maybe it’s just a roundabout.

But this time, I’m planting my flag here — not because I’ve failed, but because I’ve found myself again.

This is why I became a stay-at-home mom.
And this is why I started this blog.

☕ The Filler Job, the Dog, and the Big News

Let’s rewind.
I was working a regular 9-5 at a logistics company. It was fine. Paid the bills. Gave me structure. But it wasn’t fulfilling — more of a “filler job,” honestly. My husband worked full time too. We had a cat and a dog (Baby Cow — yes, really), and life was rolling along.
And then I got pregnant. Totally unplanned, but delightfully surprising.
We had some tough decisions to make — including rehoming Baby Cow. He was a high-needs pup, and we knew we couldn’t juggle that kind of energy with the new baby stress. It broke our hearts, but it was the right choice.
As the pregnancy went on, it became harder for me to work full days. Eventually, I left my job and stayed home for the rest of my pregnancy. Financially? It was hard. My husband carried the weight, and our families stepped in when things got tight — groceries, bills, the basics. We made it work.

🏠 Moving Home, and the Health Spiral

After the baby came, we moved back home to be closer to family and to save money. Once we got settled, in April of 2024… everything changed.
I started getting sick — like, ER-level sick. Every few months, it felt like I had food poisoning from hell. I looked gray. I was vomiting nonstop. Every time, the hospital had to calm my body down with IV meds.
Then came the seizures.
Not because of my epilepsy (I do have epilepsy — another story for another post), but because my body was in such distress from the vomiting that my meds couldn’t even stay down.

Eventually, they caught something strange with my heart. And that’s when I was diagnosed with two different conditions:
Cardiomyopathy(aka broken heart syndrome)

Arrhythmia(basically, my heart developed extra circuits that let it race up to 200 bpm — or drop into the 40s — without me even moving)

I’m medicated now. I have a great team of doctors. Things are mostly regulated.
But along with those diagnoses came anxiety. OCD. And — the big one — postpartum depression. I’ll write about her separately. She’s… a lot.
But we made it through. Again.
My husband and I somehow kept our heads above water.

🎨 The Paint & Sip Era… and the Flower Shop Fallout

Eventually, once I was feeling better, I got the itch to work again. I know, I know — call me crazy. The walls were starting to talk and I needed to get out of the house.
I picked up a part-time gig at a local paint & sip studio. It was fun, artsy, low-pressure. But after one bad Yelp review, they played the “last one in, first one out” card — and I was let go.
I cried. Stayed in bed. Felt like I was back to zero again.
But the next day, I walked into a flower shop down the street from our house in Atlanta. They were hiring. I started immediately. And for a little while? I loved it.
I was the youngest one there — everyone else was older (like, older than my parents), and I tried to fit in. But after a few weeks, I could tell… I didn’t belong.
No one really listened to me. My arrangements got no compliments. My ideas were ignored. One day, I was asked to stop what I was doing to take on another task, and I said a casual “mm-mm” (like, not right now). That apparently did not go over well.
The next day, I was fired.
Just like that. Back to square one.

💻 So I Started Writing Again

That’s how I landed here — not at zero, but back to me.
Back to the one thing I know how to do when everything else feels like it’s falling apart: express myself.

So, I started this blog.

Writing is my release. It’s how I sort the chaos and turn it into something human.
This blog isn’t about being a perfect mom, or having the perfect journey. It’s just a place for me to be honest. Maybe you’re a new mom trying to make sense of it all. Maybe you’re like me, and you’ve been fired, cried, bounced back, and Googled “how to reinvent yourself without a breakdown.”
Either way — I’m glad you’re here.
Whether I’m sharing a product I love (like the planner I use to keep my brain intact), or a link to the tea that gets me through late-night anxiety, or just venting about life — this blog is my space.
And if anything here helps you feel less alone? That’s more than enough for me.