Mother’s Day hits different when you’re in your rebuild era. Because yeah… you’re a mom. You show up. You handle things. You keep everything moving. But at the same time? You’re tired. Not just physically… but mentally, emotionally… deeply tired. Tired of carrying everything. Tired of being strong all the time. Tired of pouring into everyone else while trying to figure out how to pour back into yourself. And nobody really talks about that part. They show the flowers. The pict

There’s this version of healing nobody really talks about. The one where you keep choosing yourself… and it still hurts every time. Because choosing yourself doesn’t always feel empowering at first. Sometimes it feels like loss. Like silence. Like sitting with your own thoughts a little longer than you want to. It feels like letting go of people you saw potential in. Like realizing something wasn’t what you thought it was. Like accepting the truth… even when you wanted a diff

Rebuilding your life is one thing. Doing it while raising kids? That’s a different kind of strength. Because there’s no pause button. No time where you get to just focus on yourself completely. No space where everything stops so you can figure things out. You still have to show up. Still have to provide. Still have to be present… even when you’re overwhelmed. Even when you’re tired. Even when you don’t have it all together. And that can feel like a lot. Because you’re carryin

Today was a reflection day. My Life is in a rebuild phase. I've knocked down what used to be to make space for what's coming. Some days it feels strange, like learning to live inside a new reality. Other days it feels freeing. But everyday, it feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. There's a quiet joy in knowing I'm no longer stuck. Butterfly mode is in full effect. And if you’re in your own rebuild season… stay. We’re doing this together. With love, —NTBG

Not every hard day looks dramatic. I woke up knowing something was off, but I couldn't name it. No tears. No breakdown. Just this quiet pressure sitting in my chest like it didn't know where to go. I still showed up. I still handled what needed to be handled. But there was a moment — hearing a song, staring at nothing — where I felt it all hover. Not loud. Just present. I think this is what healing looks like sometimes. Not falling apart, but not pretending either. Some feeli

If you're here, I want you to know this wasn't created to impress you. It was created to be honest. Not That Broken Girl is a place where real life is put front and center without performance, pressure, or, pretending we have it all figured out. Here, healing doesn't mean erasing the past. And wholeness doesn't require perfection. Some days you'll find softness. Some days you'll find clarity. Some days you'll find you're not alone in what you're feeling. I write from experien