
I'm here to help light up the darkness, inspire, and help other mums feel seen and less alone through my musings on life, motherhood, and mental health, intertwined with my faith and grief. This is a space for REAL motherhood - the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Here, I promise to be open, vulnerable, and honest.
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I’ve never really subscribed to a “Word for the Year”, but I gave it a go last year and it went well, so I've decided to do it again this year. Now, I wouldn’t normally share my word or reflections with everybody – at least not till the end of the year. After all, a lot of it can be pretty deep and personal stuff. But then I realised, some of the insight that I’ve gained from finding my word for 2026 wasn’t just relevant for me but could be useful for everybody!
This is it – the last day of 2025. What a year it’s been! I have to admit, I was initially dreading writing this post, because as I looked back on my year, all I could see was me in survival mode. It wasn’t exactly inspiring or hope-bringing stuff.
This season is supposed to be filled with peace, joy, and hope, but I know the reality is that for many of us, this may not be the case.
Dreams rarely turn out the way you want or expect them to. Life gets in the way and rewrites your story. Sometimes, it takes you longer than you thought. Sometimes, you have to take a different route or make your own path to get there. Sometimes, there’s pain and trauma along the way. And sometimes, like in my case, it’s all of the above.

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