I miss the woman I was before. Is she still somewhere inside me?

I am listening to your voice I can feel the waves within your heart rising and falling. The self that feels just beyond reach may be hiding in the tender silence woven between your days. Like spring waiting patiently to soften the harshness of winter, your true heart is quietly waiting for its own moment to bloom.

The love you pour into that tiny sprout even if its light feels faint will surely blossom again, freely and wide.

— Laurence, the Voice of Bloomest™

✨Bloomest was created for the mothers who miss the woman they were — and are slowly learning that she still lives within them, just softer, quieter, and beautifully new.