You ever look in the mirror and think, “Who the hell is she?”
Not in a “Blimey, who stole my collagen?” way—although, yes, gravity does have a cruel sense of humour—but in that soul-level sense. That disorienting moment where you realise somewhere along the way, you stopped being you.
Not in a “Blimey, who stole my collagen?” way—although, yes, gravity does have a cruel sense of humour—but in that soul-level sense. That disorienting moment where you realise somewhere along the way, you stopped being you.
You became:
The mum.
The wife.
The manager.
The caregiver.
The peacekeeper, the organiser, the one who remembers everyone’s birthdays—including the dog’s.
The wife.
The manager.
The caregiver.
The peacekeeper, the organiser, the one who remembers everyone’s birthdays—including the dog’s.
And you did it brilliantly, by the way. But now… it’s quiet. The kids don’t need you quite the same way. The career isn’t lighting you up like it once did. And your body’s sending you strongly worded memos in the form of hot flushes and 3am anxiety wake-ups.
And suddenly you realise: you’ve spent so long holding everyone else together, you never noticed you were unravelling.
🔍 Where Did You Go?
This is such a common thing I hear from women I coach:
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
And what they really mean is: I’ve forgotten how to be just me.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
And what they really mean is: I’ve forgotten how to be just me.
Because being “just you” doesn’t feel like enough when you’ve been measured by what you do for others your whole life.
But let me tell you something important, love:
You’re still in there.
Under the sensible cardigans and the carefully juggled schedules is a woman who once danced in the kitchen to George Michael, who dreamed of writing a book, or opening a flower shop, or learning Spanish just because.
You’re still in there.
Under the sensible cardigans and the carefully juggled schedules is a woman who once danced in the kitchen to George Michael, who dreamed of writing a book, or opening a flower shop, or learning Spanish just because.
She’s not gone. She’s just buried under decades of “shoulds.”
🧭 The Mid-Life Awakening (Not a Crisis, Thank You Very Much)
You’re not broken. You’re awakening. And no, it’s not always glamorous.
Rediscovery looks like sitting in silence for five minutes and noticing what thoughts come up when nobody’s asking you for anything.
It looks like crying in the car park because you can’t remember what you like doing for fun anymore.
It looks like Googling “life coach for women over 50” at 2am with a cuppa in one hand and a Hobnob in the other.
And you know what? That’s more than OK. That’s the start of something beautiful.
✨ You Get to Choose Who You Want to Be Next
This chapter of your life isn’t about going backwards. You don’t need to become the woman you used to be. That was her season. This is yours.
This time, you get to do it on your terms.
- You get to say no.
- You get to put your needs first without guilt.
- You get to explore, play, experiment, and mess up without the whole world falling apart.
You get to matter again.
❤️ One Last Thing…
If this blog felt like a bit of a gut punch (in the best kind of way), then maybe you’re ready to take the next step.
This is the kind of work I love doing with women—helping you remember who you are, what you want, and how to actually go for it (without burning out or biting someone’s head off in the process).
Let’s have a chat.
No pressure, no fluff. Just a warm, honest conversation about where you are—and where you’d like to go.
No pressure, no fluff. Just a warm, honest conversation about where you are—and where you’d like to go.
Because love, you deserve to feel like you again.
Book a FREE coaching discovery call with me today HERE
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