
You didn't lose yourself. You set her down to carry everyone else.
There comes a moment — usually somewhere between the school run and the third load
of laundry — when you catch your own reflection and don't quite recognize her. You
wonder when you became the woman who apologizes for existing, who has forgotten
what brings her joy, who is living everyone else's version of her life.
Still Me, Not Just a Mother is for that moment.
Across 100 short, honest truths, this book names what so many mothers feel but
rarely say out loud: the guilt of wanting rest, the grief of a body and a marriage
that changed, the ache of a friendship that couldn't keep up, the quiet loss of a
name that became a title. Each truth is a small permission slip — to rest, to
want, to ask, to take up space again in a life that has asked so much of you.
This isn't a parenting book. It won't tell you how to get your kids to sleep or
eat their vegetables. It's a book about — the woman underneath the
mothering, who is still in there, still becoming.
Inside, you'll find truths on:
– The identity loss no one warns you about
– Releasing guilt that was never yours to carry
– Rebuilding intimacy and equality in your partnership
– Grieving who you were without regretting who you are
– Reclaiming friendships, purpose, and your own name
– Small, daily permissions to choose yourself
Read it start to finish, or open to any page when you need reminding. However you
meet it, this book will tell you the truth you already know somewhere underneath it all:
You are still you. Not just a mother — though you are that too.
A meaningful gift for a new mom, a tired mom, a friend going through a hard
season, or yourself.