Thursday 19th March 2026 Coming Back to Myself
Recently I found myself in a season of life that felt heavier than anything I had experienced in a long time. A period where life seemed to deliver challenge after challenge, leaving me emotionally drained, flat, and wondering where the strong, motivated version of myself had gone.
For most of my life I have been the person who gets things done. The one others come to for guidance, support, or motivation. I have always taken pride in being capable, calm under pressure, and able to move forward no matter what life throws my way.
But even the strongest people have moments when life becomes overwhelming.
When several difficult events happen close together, the mind and body begin to feel the weight of it all. Energy disappears. Motivation fades. The things that once felt easy suddenly feel difficult. I noticed myself becoming numb, tired, and disconnected from the confident person I knew myself to be.
At first I felt frustrated with myself. I questioned why I couldn’t simply push through and carry on as I always had.
But I began to realise something important.
This wasn’t weakness.
This was exhaustion.
When life delivers grief, worry, and emotional strain all at once, the body naturally slows down in order to protect itself. Instead of pushing harder, what was needed was gentleness and space to recover.
So I made a decision.
Rather than expecting myself to instantly return to full strength, I would rebuild slowly and intentionally. I would return to the foundations that keep a person steady: routine, nourishment, creativity, family, and simple daily structure.
My plan for coming back is not dramatic or complicated. In fact, it is beautifully simple.
I start my days early and give myself time to wake up calmly before work. I focus on eating nourishing, uncomplicated meals that fuel my body rather than overwhelm it. I move my body through small stretches and gentle exercise to release the tension that stress leaves behind.
I am also returning to creativity. Writing, baking, and small moments of making something with my hands remind me that even during difficult seasons we can still create something meaningful.
Most importantly, I am learning to treat myself with the same kindness I would offer anyone else going through a difficult time.
For a long time I believed strength meant always pushing forward no matter how I felt. Now I understand that real strength sometimes looks different. Sometimes it means slowing down, taking care of yourself, and allowing healing to happen in its own time.
I am choosing to live more simply going forward. A life that values calm over chaos, kindness over criticism, and mindfulness over constant pressure. I want my days to feel steady, creative, and grounded.
There is something strangely beautiful about rebuilding yourself. It reminds you that your identity is not fixed in one moment of struggle. It is something that can grow, shift, and become stronger through life’s experiences.
If you are reading this while walking through a difficult chapter of your own, I want you to know something.
You are not broken.
You are not failing.
You are simply human.
Healing rarely happens all at once. It happens in quiet steps.
One nourishing meal.
One early night.
One walk outside.
One honest page written in a notebook.
Those small acts of care slowly guide you back to yourself.
This is the path I am choosing now. A slower, kinder, more mindful way of living. And with each small step forward, I can feel pieces of myself returning.
Not the exact same person I was before, but someone perhaps wiser, calmer, and stronger in ways I did not yet understand.
Sometimes the way back to yourself begins with something very simple:
Deciding that you deserve your own compassion.
And sometimes it continues with small comforts that make a house feel like home again. For me, that might look like putting the kettle on, opening the kitchen window, and baking something simple.
Sometimes, the simplest things remind us to slow down and care for ourselves. Baking a loaf of cake, measuring ingredients in a yogurt pot, and watching it turn golden in the oven is more than just cooking, it’s a gentle act of kindness for yourself. Slice a piece, pour a cup of tea, and sit quietly for a moment. These small rituals can bring warmth, comfort, and a little spark of joy, even on the heaviest days. Because sometimes, all it takes is tea and cake to remind us that life can be sweet again.
Simple Yogurt Loaf Cake
Ingredients
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Greek Yoghurt — 1 pot
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Self-raising flour — 2 yogurt pots full
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Caster sugar — 1 yogurt pot full
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Sunflower oil — ½ yogurt pot full
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3 medium eggs
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Fresh raspberries — 1 yogurt pot full
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2 tsp Vanilla extract
Instructions
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Measure your ingredients using the yogurt pot and add them to a large mixing bowl.
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Stir the ingredients together until the mixture is smooth and well combined.
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Carefully fold in the fresh raspberries so they are evenly distributed.
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Line a loaf tin with baking paper and pour in the cake mixture.
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Bake in a preheated oven at:
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160°C fan / 180°C conventional / 350°F / Gas Mark 4
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For 45–60 minutes, or until a skewer inserted in the centre comes out clean.
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Allow the cake to cool slightly before slicing. Enjoy with a cup of tea!
Nourish
To remind you to refuel your body and mind gently.
Restore
To highlight the healing power of returning to simple routines.
Presence
To encourage being fully in the moment as you bake.
It's my Birthday &
The Best Birthday Gift is a Way Back to Yourself
Birthdays are often measured in milestones, how much we’ve achieved, how far we’ve climbed, or what we’ve acquired. But this year, I am celebrating a different kind of growth. I am celebrating the strength it takes to be gentle.
After a season that felt heavy and draining, I realised that the "strong" version of myself wasn’t the one who never stumbled; it was the one who knew when to stop, breathe, and rebuild. My present to myself this year isn’t something you can wrap in a box. It’s a commitment. It’s my Personal Code.