I’m going to share something… and this feels like the most vulnerable thing I’ve ever shared. This isn’t about business. This is about having a voice… I have never had a child. I have never, ever been pregnant. I’ve never been with a partner who has ever said, “we should have a child.” There was one time… and after one week, it was taken back. Like… no, we shouldn’t. There’s a part of me that is really stable in who I am… in my belief in myself. But if I’m really honest… there’s also this deep grief. Like somewhere in me… there’s a feeling that I’m unworthy… because I’ve never done what biologically, as a woman, maybe I was meant to do. And I know I’m not the only woman who feels this. I know there are millions of women who go through this. But right now… with perimenopause… it’s like it’s all getting louder. Every time my period comes. Every hot sweat. Every shift in my body. It’s like this constant reminder of… what was this all for? This biological clock that never actually gave me what it was meant to give me. And I want to be really clear… I love my life. I have my dog… Nami, she’s my daughter… she’s my world. I’m happy… she is everything to me ❤️ If I had a child, my life would look completely different… and I’m not sitting here saying I regret it. But two things can exist at the same time. Because there’s also this part of me that feels… not normal. A part that grieves. A part that wonders… when I die… what did I leave behind? And I think this is something I’ve brushed under the carpet for a long time. But I can feel it now… slowly coming up. I’m sharing this because I have a voice. We all have a voice. And I’m living life now… not to hide parts of myself… but to be a voice. I can’t deny that anymore… Let’s stop hiding the things we pretend aren’t there… it’s all valid…❤️