Unf*cking The Worry: Embracing the Messiness of Motherhood in Midlife

my thoughts spin like a never-ending social media reel, cycling through worries and “what ifs” on repeat. No matter how much I meditate, pray, or journal, that incessant chatter remains.

If you were to walk through my front door right now, it’s likely that your eyes would be drawn down the hall, into my bedroom, and to the tall laundry basket spilling over with clean clothes. It’s been sitting there longer than I’d like to admit.

Across the room is my bag, still filled with items from my recent travels. My closet is crowded with suitcase…