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When You're Healing, Adulting, Parenting, and Low-Key Losing Your Mind at the Same Time

Hey love.

Okay, sit down — preferably somewhere the kids aren’t screaming, fighting, or asking for snacks even though they just ate 4 minutes ago.

I want to talk about the very specific mental exhaustion that comes from being a young mom trying to heal while also surviving the justice system, raising three tiny humans, and somehow still having dreams like writing a damn novel.

Like… hello?
Why is this my boss level?
Who designed this game??

Being 23 with three kids already makes people look at you like you’re either a superhero or a cautionary tale, depending on their personality. Add in the justice system, mental health struggles, and trying to build a better life and suddenly you’re not a person — you’re a TV show with terrible writers and no commercial breaks.

And yet… here you are.
Still standing.
Still trying.
Still doing the absolute most with absolutely no energy.

Some days I swear motherhood is like trying to meditate while someone is repeatedly punching you in the shin with a Paw Patrol figurine.

And healing?
Healing while parenting is its own special Olympic event.

You’re crying in the bathroom trying to process your trauma while a kid is knocking on the door asking, “Mom, can fish get married?”
Like sir, I am fighting demons, please wait.

And then you’ve got probation, court dates, paperwork, emails, “just call this number” (which turns out to be the wrong number), programs, appointments, and people asking you to explain your life story 14 times a month like it’s a goddamn podcast.

Meanwhile, you’re trying to eat healthy, drink water, stay out of trouble, go to therapy, not lose your mind, AND write a novel???
A whole ass novel??
Do you know how unhinged and impressive that is?

Let me say this as someone who lives in the exact same chaos:

You’re allowed to be proud of yourself.
Even if nothing is “fixed” yet.
Even if you feel like you’re barely holding shit together.
Even if your life looks like a tornado wearing lipstick.

You’re doing life on “expert mode.”
You’re doing motherhood on a level that requires cheat codes, caffeine, and at least three breakdowns a month.
You’re doing healing while fighting a system that wasn’t built to make anything easy.

And on top of that — you’re dreaming big.
You’re writing.
You’re building.
You’re growing.
You’re trying.

That is not small.
That is not weak.
That is not something everyone can do.

That is badass.

And yeah, healing sucks sometimes.
Parenting alone sucks sometimes.
Having mental health issues sucks a LOT of the time.
But you’re here.
You’re doing it.
Messy, loud, imperfect — but doing it.

And that counts.

🧠 Weekly Exercise: The “I’m Doing My Best” List

This week, I want you to write one short list.
Call it:

“Shit I’m Actually Doing Right, Even If It Doesn’t Feel Like It.”

Examples:
• “I fed the kids today.”
• “I didn’t lose my shit even though I wanted to.”
• “I answered one scary email.”
• “I drank water instead of energy drinks for once.”
• “I wrote two sentences in my novel and honestly that’s enough.”
• “I didn’t cry until AFTER they went to bed.”
• “I remembered the appointment and didn’t show up on the wrong day.”
(Look, that one is HUGE.)

This list isn’t to impress anyone.
It’s to remind your tired brain that you’re not failing — you’re surviving.

💬 Interactive Question of the Week

Drop a comment:

What’s one “mom win” or “life win” you had this week — no matter how tiny or ridiculous?

Examples:
“I actually folded laundry the SAME DAY I washed it.”
“My kid ate a vegetable by accident.”
“I didn’t respond to the toxic person who tried me.”
“I wrote a paragraph in my book before the mental exhaustion hit.”

Your answer might make someone laugh — or feel less alone.

Before you go…

You are not just surviving.
You are rebuilding your entire life from the ground up while raising kids, healing trauma, staying out of trouble, and chasing your dreams.

That isn’t weakness.
That’s power.
Messy power, tired power — but still power.

Keep going, love.
Your story is not over.
You’re just in the plot twist part.

—The Healing Chaos
“You don’t have to be perfect to be powerful.”

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