Motherhood
I became a mother at nineteen. It shaped my life early and showed me how much strength, responsibility and love I carry within me.
Not one turning point
I learned early that truth can change a life.
A life shaped by responsibility, detours and decisions that carried consequences.
As a child, I was often the outsider in the middle of everyone else. At thirteen, I learned that the man I had believed to be my father was not my biological father. A year later, I met my father — but not the relationship I had hoped for as a daughter. With that truth, I also lost part of my trust in my mother. Years later, I drew a boundary that remains in place today.
It was never just one turning point.
There was the collapse in our shop. The moment I could no longer see myself in the mirror. The park bench where I sat and cried because I did not know how to go on. And finally, the clear decision to make myself a priority again. My body changed with me — but it was never only about weight. It was about consciously carrying my own life again.
Then our family entered a crisis nothing could have prepared me for. My children needed protection and intensive support. One day later, I recorded the podcast episode “When the house of cards suddenly collapses”. Today, I do not see a woman who failed. I see a woman who held her family together while the ground beneath her own feet had disappeared.
I am not back at the beginning. I am moving forward with a different understanding of responsibility, identity, the body and staying true to myself.