Why I Decided to Start a Blog as a Busy, Burnt-Out Mom
Discover why this busy, burnt-out mom started a blog to reclaim herself, share her messy motherhood journey, and connect with other amazing moms who get it.
Outline:
Introduction
Losing Myself in Motherhood
How Blogging Became My Lifeline
Bravely Sharing My Story to Give Back
The Power of Community and Connection
Conclusion
Introduction
If you’re a mom reading this, I’m going to take a wild guess that at least one of these sounds familiar:
You’ve reheated the same cup of coffee three times and still haven’t actually drunk it.
You find yourself wondering, “Who even am I anymore?” while simultaneously cutting grapes into small pieces that can’t be choked on.
You love your kids with every fiber of your being, yet you feel totally burnt out, invisible, and alone.
Yep. Same here.
Motherhood is a beautiful, chaotic, life-changing rollercoaster, but if we’re honest, it often comes with a backstage pass to an identity crisis. I hit a point where I couldn’t even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. I was “just mom”—buried under diapers, dishes, and meltdowns (both mine and my kiddo’s).
That’s why I decided to start a blog.
It’s not because I magically had more free time (LOL, what’s that?). It’s because I realized I needed something more. I needed to find myself again, one word at a time.
Losing Myself in Motherhood
Let’s rewind to the days when I thought being a mom would look like soft sunlight filtering through pristine windows while my kids giggled softly and I somehow baked cookies and looked cute doing it. Spoiler: It doesn’t look like that. At all.
Instead, motherhood hit me like a truckload of laundry. I was constantly running on fumes, trying to do all the things—feed the baby, clean the house, manage the endless snack requests, and oh yeah, keep myself alive. Somewhere between “mom guilt” and “I’ll just do it myself,” I completely lost touch with the woman I used to be.
I didn’t just lose hobbies or free time—I lost my identity. I stopped being Bethany, the woman who loved yoga, reading, and taking long walks, who was fearless, confident, and f*cking hilarious. Instead, I was “Mom,” 24/7, and there was no off switch.
When I looked around, it seemed like every other mom had it together (thanks a lot, Instagram). Meanwhile, I was crying on the kitchen floor because someone spilled Goldfish crackers again.
The worst part? I felt completely alone in it all.
How Blogging Became My Lifeline
Here’s the thing: When I was in my darkest moments, blogs saved me.
I’d stumble across posts written by other moms who “got it.” Moms who admitted they didn’t have it all together either. Reading their words was like finding a flashlight in the middle of a pitch-black forest. I wasn’t alone, after all.
Those blogs became my lifeline.
One night (after my kiddo was finally asleep, of course), I opened up my notebook and started writing. It wasn’t pretty, and it definitely wasn’t polished, but it felt good. It felt like pouring out pieces of myself I’d been holding in for far too long.
Writing became therapy. Each entry felt like a conversation—like I was reaching out to other burnt-out moms, saying, “Hey, me too. You’re not alone.”
Bravely Sharing My Story to Give Back
Starting a blog felt a little like standing naked in front of a crowd while holding a megaphone. Terrifying, right? But I did it anyway because I needed to be brave.
I thought about how much those other moms’ stories had pulled me through my darkest days. If my words could do that for even one mom—if they could make her feel seen, less alone, or a little more understood—then it was worth it. *I’m not crying, you’re crying!*
So, I decided to be honest. I decided to write about the messy parts of motherhood, the parts we don’t always talk about:
The days when you’re so tired you could cry.
The moments when you miss your old life.
The beautiful chaos of being a mom and a human being at the same time.
And you know what? It turns out there are so many “hot-mess moms” out there who feel just like I did.
The Power of Community and Connection
The best part about starting this blog? It’s not just about me. It’s about us.
When I first became a mom, I didn’t realize how much I would need other moms in my life. Sure, people tell you to “find your village,” but no one really prepares you for just how crucial that village is—especially on the days when you’re barely holding it together.
Motherhood can be incredibly isolating. No one warns you that even though you’re never alone (hello, tiny humans who follow you into the bathroom), you can still feel so lonely. It wasn’t until I started connecting with other moms—women who truly understood the highs and lows of this messy, beautiful journey—that I began to feel like myself again.
I want this blog to be that kind of space—a lifeline for moms who need connection as much as I did. My dream is to create a community where we can laugh, cry, and cheer each other on. A place where it’s okay to admit that motherhood is hard, and we don’t have to do it alone.
Finding mom friends has been one of the most life-changing things for me. They’ve been there to listen when I vent about endless tantrums, celebrate my small wins (like surviving another bedtime), and remind me that I’m not failing—I’m just figuring it out like everyone else.
Whether you’re here for tips, relatable stories, or just a reminder that you’re not the only one hiding in the pantry with chocolate, I want you to feel seen and supported.
Because here’s the truth: None of us were meant to do this alone. Motherhood is a team sport, and we’re all on the same team. So let’s share our stories, lift each other up, and remind one another that we’re stronger together.
Conclusion
Starting this blog was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done, but it’s also one of the best.
It’s more than just a place to write—it’s a space where I’m reclaiming me. I’m connecting with other moms, sharing my story, and building something that feels meaningful.
If you’re a mom who feels like she’s lost herself in the chaos, I see you. I’ve been there. And I hope this blog can be a little reminder that you’re not alone.
So here’s my challenge to you: Be brave. Find your voice. Share your story. Motherhood doesn’t have to mean losing yourself—you just have to take a step toward finding you again.
We’re in this together, mama.
