On a typical Tuesday I felt rebellious not making my bed.
That tiny shift was the first peek into my dissatisfaction.
I had done everything I was supposed to do. College degree. Marriage. House. Baby. I checked every box. And I still sat there thinking — how did I get here? Is this it?
I felt regret. I felt resentment. I felt tired. So tired. So stressed. And there was this feeling that sat on my chest that I couldn't shake and didn't yet have a name for. I know now it was anxiety. Back then it just felt like drowning.
I had followed the path that looked good on paper. What nobody tells you about the other side of all that box checking is the unfulfilling career, the divorce, having to sell the home, and the heartbreak of breaking up a family.
That's what it looked like for me. Not dramatic. Not obvious. Just a Tuesday where I couldn't bring myself to make my bed and wasn't even sure why.
If you've ever asked yourself when did I last actually feel like myself — keep reading. That question is not a problem. It's your own voice asking you to come back.
You Are Not Alone
If You Feel Like You've Lost Yourself, You Are Not Alone
I have watched others and wondered how they make life look so easy.
I have put my phone down after scrolling through carefully curated feeds and felt less than. Not pretty enough. Not stylish enough. Not traveled enough. Not living the right kind of life.
I have watched the world from what feels like the outside and wondered quietly — where do I fit in?
And I have found comfort in food, in a glass of wine, or in sleeping through the afternoon just to disappear from the weight of the day. Numbing what I couldn't name.
I am guessing if you are reading this you can relate. Maybe not in the exact same way. But you have that ick feeling inside that wonders why it seems easier for others and how you missed the memo on how to have a fulfilling life.
You are not alone in that. Not even a little bit.
You are not lazy.
You are overloaded.
You Have Also Been the Woman Who Showed Up Anyway
Some days I get dressed, look in the mirror and love what I see. Everything came together easily and I have an extra kick in my step. I love those days.
I also have had plenty of days — more than I want to count — when I feel disgusted with myself and discouraged with the image staring back at me in the mirror.
Both are true. And both are part of the story.
I also know what it means to take a chance on yourself when you are scared but also can't swallow another day of the same. The beauty of taking that chance is you will land on both feet. I have jumped, stumbled and landed. And I have jumped and landed with grace and balance.
Because I have taken a chance on myself I have also been able to help someone else uncover what has been holding them back and watch their whole world shift in an afternoon. I know the specific quiet that follows that kind of conversation — when you both know something just changed.
I know what it is like to work hard and have that hard work pay off. To go after something no one else understands simply because it matters to you. To set a boundary (that you keep) and feel your own self respect grow because of it.
I know what it feels like to be in love with yourself. To believe in yourself. To actually be yourself without shrinking, over-explaining, or waiting for permission.
That is the work I have done with myself and continue to do every single day. If you have been around a while you know my motto — Today I am my best, tomorrow I will be better. We are always improving when we choose to show up for ourselves and seek the best in ourselves.
If you want to find your own alignment, my Alignment Deep Dive is a great place to start moving your life forward.
The Hardest Losses
I gave my parents a run for their money.
While I was trying to live within their guardrails I made plenty of choices that were outside of expectations. Divorce was not something a good Catholic girl did. I disappointed them in many of my choices — all while trying so hard to stay true to what was expected of me.
And through all of it I always wanted them to be proud of me. To love me.
Isn't that what we all want?
I lost both of my parents and I still look up sometimes and wish they could see what I am building. Wanting your parents to be proud of you never goes away. At least it hasn't for me.
It's just different now.
They still may not understand my choices. But the difference is my choices are aligned with me and I feel good about them. So yes I want them to smile down on me — and I am also okay if they don't understand. They don't have to.
That one doesn't go away. You just learn to carry it differently.
What Finding Yourself Again Actually Looks Like
I am not writing this from the other side of a finished story.
I am writing this from the middle of mine — still doing the work, still navigating the hard days, still choosing myself on the days when it would be easier not to.
And that is exactly the point.
You don't need someone who has it all figured out. You need someone who knows the path because they have walked it. Who understands the darkness because they have sat in it. Who believes in the light because they have found their way back to it — more than once.
That is what I offer.
Not perfection. Not a perfectly curated highlight reel. Not answers to questions I have never had to ask myself.
Safe space. Honesty. And the deep knowing that you are not as lost as you feel.
You Already Know More Than You Think
You already know more than you give yourself credit for.
You know when something feels off. You know when you have moved too far from what matters. You know the difference between the life you are living and the life you want.
The noise just gets loud sometimes.
And when the noise gets loud — the comparison, the pressure, the overthinking, the old stories — it is hard to hear your own voice underneath it all.
That is the work. Not fixing you. You are not broken.
The work is clearing the noise so you can hear what is already true.
If You Are Ready to Find Your Way Back to Yourself
That quiet question you keep asking — when did I last actually feel like myself — is not a problem.
It is an invitation.
It is your own voice asking you to come back.
And if you are ready to answer it, not someday, not when things calm down, not when you finally have it together but now, exactly as you…
I am here.
“Less Noise. More You.”
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Hi! I’m Sandra
I help women whose lives look good but don’t feel good start choosing themselves again.
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