Midlife isn’t a crisis. It can be an invitation to personal renewal and renaissance.
Maybe you have spent years being the one people could count on.
You built the career. Raised the children. Showed up for family and friends. Took care of responsibilities. Stepped in when someone needed help. And somehow, no matter how full the plate became, you figured out how to carry it.
I understand that woman because I have been that woman.
And sometimes, when we become so accustomed to taking care of everything and everyone around us, we don’t immediately notice how little attention we are giving ourselves.
We aren’t necessarily falling apart. In fact, from the outside, we may look like we’re doing just fine.
But inside, we may be tired. Disconnected. Going through the motions. Or quietly wondering, “When did I get so far away from me?”
That question — and the journey that followed — is part of what led me to write I Forgot to Put My Mask On First.
Although this is my story, my hope is that somewhere within these pages, you recognize pieces of your own.






