Yesterday marked one year since I joined my current company. One year may not seem like much, but for me, it feels like a lifetime of lessons, experiences, challenges, and most importantly—friendships that I will forever cherish.
Looking back, I realize how much has changed. Before I started this job, I was not in a good place. I was drowning in a season of depression, seeking help from a psychiatrist, trying to find the pieces of myself I had lost. Life at that time was heavy. Motherhood consumed me entirely, and because I had two very clingy little ones, I stepped away from the working world. My days were filled with love for my children, but also with loneliness. My husband was always away for work, often gone for months, and the silence of the house echoed too loudly. I was a mother, yes—but somewhere along the way, I forgot how to simply be me.
So, I made a decision. I chose to work again. Not just because of the financial aspect, but because I wanted to breathe, to stand on my own two feet, and to rediscover the woman I had once been.
And here I am, a year later. A year of showing up, learning, pushing through challenges, and celebrating small victories. A year of laughter, of shared lunches, of inside jokes with colleagues who slowly became my friends. And with them, I found not only companionship but also healing. They reminded me what it felt like to belong, to be seen, and to be valued not just as a mother or a wife, but as me.
Today, I can truly say I am happy. So happy, because I am living my life again. A life where I am a mother, a wife, a friend, and a woman who knows her worth.
This past year was not just about building a career—it was about rebuilding myself.
Sometimes, the first step towards healing is simply deciding to live again.
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