🌲Every year, Christmas arrives wrapped in lights and laughter, songs and celebration.Yet for many hearts — including mine, some years — it also carries a quiet ache.✨ 🌍❄️The world sparkles outside, but inside there can be shadows: memories of loved ones missed, exhaustion from giving too much, or simply the heaviness that life sometimes brings. […]
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✨ Every birth begins the same way — with a breath. A deep inhale of courage.A pause of surrender.A whispered, “I’m ready.” And then, slowly, painfully, beautifully — something new begins. After nearly four decades in the labour and delivery ward, I’ve learned that new beginnings rarely arrive without labour.Whether it’s the start of a
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✨ For most of my life, I believed my purpose was found in doing — caring for patients, delivering babies, comforting mothers, holding hands through pain. But over time, I’ve learned that purpose is not something we chase.It’s something woven into us long before we even take our first breath. We are not accidents of
There is so much to do before a baby arrives: folding clothes, preparing rooms, and packing bags. Expectant mothers are often surrounded by lists, appointments, and advice, which can feel overwhelming. But in all the bustle of getting ready for the day of birth, there is one space that is often forgotten — the heart.
There is a kind of strength the world rarely sees — a quiet, steady strength that doesn’t shout or demand attention.It’s the strength that shows up at 2 a.m., bleary-eyed but unwavering.The strength that holds a trembling hand through pain, and whispers hope when the room feels heavy. That is the strength of a midwife.
There comes a time in every caregiver’s life when the body slows before the heart is ready.The hands that once moved swiftly and surely begin to ache, and the mind that once remembered every detail starts craving stillness. It’s not a weakness.It’s the quiet whisper that says: “You’ve given enough for today.” 🌿The Gift and
There are days when even the strongest hearts grow tired. Those are the days faith meets fatigue. Days when the prayers feel heavy on your tongue.When the body aches from doing, and the spirit aches from holding on. If you’ve ever found yourself sitting in quiet exhaustion, wondering why your faith feels faint — please
There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that comes not from lack of sleep, but from a life spent pouring out. If you’ve ever spent years caring for others — tending to their wounds, easing their fears, or holding their hearts when they were fragile — you’ll know what I mean. It’s the quiet tiredness that
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There comes a moment in every woman’s life when time begins to whisper — softly at first, then with a little more insistence.It’s the whisper that says: “Slow down. Breathe. You’ve done enough for now.” The middle years arrive quietly, often while we’re still busy doing — caring, working, giving, planning.Then one morning, we wake
Caring for Yourself After Caring for Others | Midlife Wellness for Caregivers 💗 When the Caregiver Grows Weary There’s a moment that comes quietly in every caregiver’s life — the moment you realise your body and spirit are asking for the same care you’ve given so freely to others. For me, that realisation came after
