In a previous chapter of my life, I was a dedicated runner. Before taking on the role of a parent, many of us embraced various identities—be it as artists, musicians, or avid readers. While some find ways to weave their passions into their new lives, I fell into the overwhelming routine that often accompanies new parenthood.
Caring for my first child, grappling with postpartum depression, and managing the daily demands of life left me feeling lost. With no immediate family or friends close by to lend a hand, I struggled to carve out space for my own identity. Gradually, I transformed into someone unfamiliar, a version of myself that felt distant and confusing. I often pondered the person I had been prior to motherhood. Balancing my roles as a wife and mother consumed so much of my time that I barely had room for my own needs.
For 16 years, I found solace in running, adorned with a faded blue baseball cap as I traversed various paths—pavement, dirt trails, and everything in between. Running was my escape, my therapy, my release from the chaos of life. Rain or shine, it was my outlet, allowing me to manage anything life threw my way.
However, after relocating and getting married, my life became increasingly complicated. An injury sidelined my running, we settled into a new home, and soon I was expecting my first child. Motherhood introduced me to a whirlwind of exhaustion and mild postpartum depression, causing my running to come to a halt. My blue cap remained hanging in my closet, a relic of a past life. Seventeen months later, with the arrival of my second child, I fell into even deeper despair.
I longed for the days when I could run and leave everything behind with each step. I yearned to reconnect with the woman I once was—the one who experienced the joy of a runner’s high that would linger long after a jog. I felt trapped in a cycle of being everything to everyone but myself, a feeling that was stifling.
Despite my attempts to return to running, I found myself battling fatigue, weight gain, and a lack of fitness. Each effort ended in frustration and self-criticism. Often, I would walk until I could breathe easier, only to return home feeling defeated. Running had become as complicated as my life; everything felt foreign.
This experience is not unique to every mother, but it resonates with many of us. Amidst the joys and challenges of parenting, we often remember the version of ourselves that once was and worry about how long we can preserve that memory before it fades entirely. The question lingers: will we ever find that piece of ourselves again?
The demands of parenting can easily overshadow our individual identities. Yet, we navigate life one day, one hour, and one issue at a time—essentially, the initial years of motherhood are conquered step by step.
One afternoon, nearly six years later, I stumbled upon my running cap buried beneath several jackets in my closet. Its brim, once bright blue, had faded to a soft purple, a testament to the countless rainy runs it had endured. I decided it was time; I donned the cap, laced my shoes, and ventured outside. Though I was slow and my chest burned, I pushed through. Within minutes, the world around me faded, and I found a rhythm that felt hauntingly familiar. My body remembered how to run, and as I moved forward, I began to remember who I was too. The last stretch of my run filled me with a sense of euphoria I had not felt in years.
In that moment, I realized the woman I thought was lost was never truly gone. She had been quietly waiting for me to reclaim a piece of my life. As I descended the final hill, I felt a sense of reunion, ready to embrace the miles ahead.
Finding yourself again is a journey that requires time, patience, and understanding. No matter how lost you feel, you are likely doing better than you realize. Your past self remains an integral part of who you are, patiently waiting for the opportunity to rejoin your life. Until then, take each day one step at a time.
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In summary, rediscovering the essence of who we are takes time and perseverance. The journey may be challenging, but the connection to our former selves is never truly lost; it simply awaits the right moment to resurface.
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