Heartbroken but Whole: Becoming Myself at 30

They say your 30s are when you finally start to understand who you really are. For me, that truth hit after becoming a mom, navigating love, loss, and self-discovery in a world that often tries to define us before we get the chance to define ourselves.

I broke the rules—society's rules. I didn’t follow the timeline everyone expected. I became a mother when I least expected it, in a foreign country, far from everything familiar. And yet, it was the beginning of everything.

Through heartbreak, I learned to rebuild. Through solitude, I learned strength. I went from being the “good girl” who did everything right, to the woman who chose herself—over and over again. And speaking of the Good Girl… yes, I still wear Good Girl by Carolina Herrera, because it reminds me that being soft and powerful, broken and beautiful, is possible all at once.

Style, identity, dreams—they’ve all evolved with me. I’m not who I was, and I’m not yet who I’m becoming. But I’ve learned to love the in-between. I’ve learned to welcome broken hearts, not as endings, but as sacred thresholds to something deeper.

Each heartbreak has made me richer inside. Each challenge has been a lesson. And today, I embrace it all.

I’m still learning, still growing, still dreaming. And I look forward to the unknown—to new adventures, to discovering new versions of myself, and to celebrating everything that makes my soul feel alive.

Because at the end of the day, whatever makes your soul happy… that’s the real success.