





Every drawer belongs to someone else.
You love your kids deeply, but somewhere along the way, you lost the part of you that exists outside of being “mom”.
This is for the woman who gives so much to everyone else, and is finally ready to give something back to herself.
You’re just disconnected.
Every drawer belongs to someone else.
Every corner is full of toys.
Every moment is spoken for.
You love your kids deeply, but somewhere along the way, you lost the part of you that exists outside of being “mom”.
This is for the woman who gives so much to everyone else, and is finally ready to give something back to herself.
You deserve a space that's yours — a corner, a drawer, a moment — where you can breathe and remember who you are.
Because you're not broken.
