Sometimes I feel invisible when all my friends talk about their kids. I’m learning to accept that my story looks different—and that’s okay.
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Sometimes I feel invisible when all my friends talk about their kids. I’m learning to accept that my story looks different—and that’s okay.
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Honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m standing outside the circle, watching everyone talk about schools, birthdays, and milestones I can’t relate to. It’s not jealousy—it’s just a quiet ache of not sharing that chapter. I remind myself my path is different, not lesser. I fill it with travel, creativity, and friendships that lift me up.