When I began blogging every day, I didn’t realise how much it would change me.
What started as a small commitment has become a part of who I am. I recently reached 100 days of daily blogging—a milestone I never imagined hitting. But I didn’t know, when I celebrated day 100, that it would fall on such a deeply emotional and important day for my family.
On Saturday, my beautiful niece turned 21.
She’s one of the most incredible people I know—kind, funny, resilient, full of heart. I wrote a blog that day all about her, and how proud I am of everything she’s becoming. She’s a light in my life.
But today, I want to take a moment to acknowledge something I rarely do.
I’m proud of me, too.
Because when I was younger, I never thought I’d become an author. I never thought I’d be writing content every day or sharing my story publicly. The thought of it would’ve made me laugh—or cry. I didn’t learn to read until I was 13. I struggled massively with dyslexia, and every day at school felt like I was climbing a mountain with no map.
When most kids were in Year 7 to 9, learning about comprehension, essay structure and creative writing—I was in a special-needs class clapping out the syllables in my name.
And that’s not because I wasn’t trying. It was because I hadn’t been given the tools yet. I wasn’t behind because of laziness—I was behind because I was still learning how to learn.
There’s one achievement that still means more to me than almost anything else in my life: my English GCSE.
It might sound small, but it was huge for me. I worked my socks off to get it. And when the results came in, I didn’t jump for joy—I just cried. It wasn’t just relief. It was release. It was the unravelling of years of believing I wasn’t good enough, that I never would be.
Even when I got to university, I was still trying to catch up on those early years. I’d have conversations with friends about their schooling and think, how did they already know all this?
But now, every single time I write a blog, share a story, or help another parent feel seen—I remind myself how far I’ve come.
Limiting beliefs don’t have to be permanent. They lose their power when we decide to speak up, to try anyway, and to rewrite the story. Now, I live by the belief that it’s not about being perfect—it’s about growth. It’s about faith. It’s about showing up and doing it anyway.
So if you’re reading this and wondering if you’ll ever feel “enough”—you already are.
Start messy. Start scared. Start unsure. But please, just start.
You might just look back, like I did on day 100, and realise—you’ve become exactly who younger you was waiting for.
You’ve already won.
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References:
• Growth Mindset Theory, Dr Carol Dweck
• British Dyslexia Association – http://www.bdadyslexia.org.uk
• GCSE Success Stories, National Literacy Trust – http://www.literacytrust.org.uk
• Daily Writing for Mental Health, Psychology Today
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