When Life Closed the Cupboard: Losing Touch with My Creative Self

I became the worker, the wife and the mother...and lost the spark of the woman who loved to create.

There was a time in my life when creativity flowed freely and effortlessly. It was stitched into the clothes I made for my children. It bloomed in the projects I crafted late at night. It wove itself quietly through the everyday moments of motherhood and life.

But slowly, and without noticing, I began to push it aside.

There were roles to fulfil. Deadlines to meet. Bills to pay. Children to raise.

Expectations, so many expectations coming my way daily.

I became a worker, a mother and a woman doing everything that i was "supposed" to do.

And somewhere along the way, I put my creativity in a cupboard.

At first...I told myself it was only temporary. "I'll get back to it when things settle down.", "I'll make time later.", "This is just a busy time at the moment."

But with each passing day, the cupboard closed a little more. And the beautiful, vibrant, messy part of me, the part that dreamed, designed, and created grew quieter and quieter. Until one day...it fell silent altogether.

The Quiet Unhappiness

Looking back now, I can see how much it affected me. At the time, I couldn't fully name the heaviness I felt. I just knew that something inside me, something that ran through my DNA was dimmed. The light that once coloured my days with wonder, excitement and possibility felt faded and very distant. Unreachable.

I did all the things expected of me. I smiled. I worked. I brought an income home. I cared for everyone else. But inside me, gnawing at me, was an emptiness. A quiet unhappiness I couldn't explain.

Now I understand: I wasn't just exhausted or overworked. I was disconnected from a vital part of who I am.

Creativity isn't a Luxury

It's not an "extra" for when life slows down. It's the soul's way of breathing. And when we cut off, we slowly suffocate ourselves without realizing it.

The Truth I Didn't Know Then

What I know now, and wish I could whisper to my younger self, is this:

You were never selfish for wanting to create. You were never irresponsible for needing expression. Your creativity was not a distraction from your real life. It was a bridge to your most aligned, fulfilled self. Creativity is in your DNA and your inner essence.

And it still is.

The cupboard may have closed, but it was never locked. And the soul never forgets how to turn the key.

Is there a part of yourself, a passion, a dream, a creative spark that you have quietly put away?

If you could crack open the door, even just a little, what would you find inside?

Next in the series:

The Stirring: When You Start Feeling There's More (Because no matter how long the cupboard is closed, the soul always remembers.)

Categories: : Business Entrepreneurship, Financial Independence, Health & Wellness, Mindset & Personal Growth, Purpose & Reinvention, Spirituality & Healing