Recently, my mum was admitted to hospital. She’s been living with angina and a few other health issues for the past three years, but something about this latest episode really shook me. It’s not easy seeing someone you love go through something like that — no matter how strong you try to be on the outside.

It’s made me reflect a lot — about her health, yes, but also about my own.

I’ve been saying for a while that I want to get healthier, to lose a bit of weight, to take better care of myself. But like so many people, I’ve found it hard to stay consistent. Life gets in the way. Stress creeps in. Good intentions get put on hold.

But watching my mum go through this has reminded me how important our wellbeing really is. It’s not about perfection — it’s about doing better, even in small ways. Choosing to walk a little more. Eating things that nourish rather than just comfort. Taking that moment to slow down and breathe.

It’s also made me think more deeply about emotional health.

When my dad passed away, therapy was something that truly helped me. It gave me space to process, to grieve, to speak freely — even though opening up has never come easily to me. Honestly, I still struggle with it. I think it runs in the family — we’re not great at talking about our feelings. We hold things in, carry on, pretend we’re fine.

But I’m starting to realize that staying quiet doesn’t make the pain go away. It just buries it deeper. And maybe it’s time I went back to therapy. Not because I’m falling apart — but because I want to keep myself together. I want to grow, to cope better, and to make peace with the things I’m still holding on to.

So this is my gentle promise to myself: to take small steps forward. To be kinder to my body. To check in with my mind. And to remember that asking for help isn’t weakness — it’s strength.

If you’ve been putting your own health or healing on the back burner, maybe this is your reminder too.

You’re allowed to start again.