
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.
There are moments in life when something you once dreamt of in the quiet recesses of your mind actually happens. Often, these moments don’t arrive loudly or dramatically, but they tend to creep up slowly, gently, And then suddenly, all at once, they manifest in a way that takes your breath away. My book launch was one of those moments.

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