Standing in the Middle

Published on October 14, 2025 at 11:44 AM

Standing in the Middle

There’s something disorienting about being in the middle of everything.
Middle age. Middle path. Middle of change.

Some mornings, I wake up with a deep ache — not of sadness exactly, but of awareness. The quiet realization that life isn’t quite what it used to be… and that maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.

I’m a woman who has lived a lot of roles — wife, mother, friend, caretaker, dreamer, skeptic, believer. I’m married to a police officer — a man of structure, realism, and sharp edges. I, on the other hand, feel everything. The air before a storm, the grief in a stranger’s eyes, the collective exhaustion of the world. He tells me stories that weigh heavy, and sometimes I have to breathe through the urge to absorb them all. He lives by logic; I live by intuition. Yet somehow, we keep learning the language of each other’s souls.

In this season of my life, I’m questioning so much — my health, my spirituality, my purpose. I’m learning to care for my body again through strength training and herbal healing. I’m learning that spirituality doesn’t always look like candles and mantras; sometimes it’s just sitting in stillness with a cup of tea, forgiving yourself for wanting more.

Being an empath in a world that moves this fast can feel like trying to stand still in a hurricane. But I’m realizing empathy isn’t about absorbing — it’s about witnessing with grace. It’s about holding space for the light and the shadow, for the joy and the exhaustion of it all.

This blog — Diary of a Middle Soul — is my way of sorting through the in-between.
Between practicality and faith.
Between exhaustion and renewal.
Between chaos and calm.

Here, I’ll share the truth about what it feels like to live in the middle: to be grounded yet growing, spiritual yet skeptical, soft yet strong. You’ll find reflections on empathy, marriage, health, fitness, herbalism, and the messy beauty of trying to live with both feet on the ground and your heart wide open.

Because maybe the middle isn’t something to escape.
Maybe it’s exactly where transformation begins.

Welcome to Diary of a Middle Soul.
I’m glad you’re here. 🌙