This is not a breakdown. This is the slow becoming.

There’s been something shifting inside me lately.
Not all at once more like a slow stirring. A quiet unraveling.

Nothing dramatic. Just a slow, steady shift I couldn’t ignore anymore.

It started with a heaviness I couldn’t name.
An ache for something deeper… and a growing resistance to the noise, the roles, the routines that used to keep me busy but never quite full.

At first, I thought something was wrong with me.
I felt tired. Untethered. Too emotional.
I blamed hormones. Life. Maybe age.

But the more I sat with it the more I walked, cried, prayed, journaled I realized something:

I wasn’t falling apart.
I was becoming.

A Different Kind of Midlife

Nobody really prepares you for this chapter.

You spend so many years being who you’re needed to be the daughter, the wife, the mother, the strong one, the one who holds it together.
And then one day, you realize you’ve been holding yourself together for so long, you don’t even remember what you need anymore.

That’s when the noise becomes unbearable.
Not just the noise around you the constant busyness, the demands, the opinions, but also the noise inside.
The second-guessing. The pressure to keep going. The silent guilt for wanting more.

This is where The Slow Becoming began for me — right in the middle of that noise.
Not with a plan or a perfect morning routine, but with a whisper:
What if there’s more to you than what you’ve been carrying?

Why I’m Writing This

I’ve spent a lot of time reading other women’s stories. Women who’ve walked through the wilderness of perimenopause, identity shifts, grief, dreams deferred.
And something in their words gave me permission to say, “me too.”

So, I started writing.
Not because I have all the answers, but because I finally stopped running from the questions.

I needed a place to lay it all down the ache, the clarity, the becoming.
And maybe you do too.

This blog is for the woman who’s in the middle of her own unraveling.

The one who is starting to see that midlife isn’t an ending; it’s an invitation.
To reevaluate, release, return to herself.
To let go of what drains and finally protect what matters.
To say yes to things that feel true, even if they don’t make sense to anyone else.
To listen to her body, her God, her intuition.
To trust that becoming can be slow and still be sacred.

What You’ll Find Here

This space will hold reflections, journal entries, quiet truths, and soul-tending practices for women in the middle of their becoming.

Topics I’ll explore include:

• Navigating perimenopause with honesty and grace
• Creating space for your voice, your rest, your peace
• Stories of other women walking this same path
• Simple rituals for grounding, healing, and listening inward
• Learning to love the woman you are now — not just who you used to be

Some days, I might share something poetic.
Other days, it’ll just be real talk.
Either way, I promise to show up as myself no performance, no pretending.
Just a woman in progress.

If You’re Here, You Belong

If you’ve been feeling like something is shifting in you even if you can’t explain it…
If you’re longing for something softer, slower, truer…
If you’re tired of shrinking, pretending, or waiting for permission…
If the noise around you (and inside you) feels too loud lately…

Welcome. You’re not alone.
You’re not late.
You’re not lost.
You’re just becoming in your own time, in your own way.

Let’s walk it out, together.

If you’re curious about the physical and emotional shifts of perimenopause, you can read more here.

With love,
Rutta