I’ve been thinking about coming back to this space for a long time.
Not in a big, dramatic way. Just in quiet moments – when something happens and I catch myself wanting to write it down, or when a thought sits with me longer than it should.
I didn’t ever really decide to stop writing. Life just… took over.
In the years since I last showed up here, everything changed. I had two children. Life became fuller and louder and more demanding in the best and hardest ways. My days shifted completely; less about creating, more about caring, juggling, getting through.
And then there was my health.
I was exhausted for a long time, but not in a way that felt normal. It’s hard to explain that kind of fatigue unless you’ve felt it – it’s not just being tired, it’s like your whole body slows down and you can’t push through it no matter how much you try.
Eventually I found out it was bradycardia and pernicious anaemia.
There were appointments, hospital visits, multiple surgeries – a tumour that had to be removed – and then a pacemaker. Even now it feels strange to write that so plainly, like it was just another thing on a list. At the time, it felt like a lot.
Writing didn’t fit anywhere in that version of life. I didn’t have the energy for it, physically or mentally. So without really meaning to, I let it go.
But I’ve missed it.
Not the idea of having a blog, or posting regularly, or doing it “properly”. Just the act of writing itself. Having somewhere to put things. Slowing down long enough to notice them.
And lately, I’ve started to feel like myself again.
Not in a “everything is perfect now” kind of way; life is still busy, still messy, still full. But there’s a bit more space. A bit more clarity. Enough to come back here, without pressure.
So that’s what this is.
I’m not coming back with a plan or a schedule. I don’t have a niche or a strategy. I just want a place to write again and share my thoughts.
About things I’m reading. Things I’m watching. The clothes I keep reaching for. Life with my kids. The small, ordinary moments that somehow end up meaning the most. My work, my thoughts, whatever feels worth putting into words.
Nothing polished. Nothing overthought.
Just this.
If you’re here, thank you for reading. Whether you’ve followed along before or you’ve just found this space, it really does mean something.
I’m glad I came back to it.
And I’m glad you’re here.
Love Niamh x
*image above was taken by Tara at White Lotus Photography.
