This is a space for people who feel like they’re changing… and don’t quite know how to explain it yet.
I don’t write from the other side.
I write while I’m in it. While things are still shifting, still unclear, still becoming something I don’t fully understand yet.
If you’ve ever felt like you’re outgrowing parts of your life but don’t know what comes next… you’ll probably feel at home here.
About Me:
Some days I feel more like myself than others. I’m still figuring out what that even means.
I’m Lucy.
I write to make sense of things while they’re happening – not after they’re resolved. Mostly about identity, change, motherhood, and the quiet moments I can’t ignore.
This isn’t a blog built on answers or advice.
It’s a collection of thoughts, contradictions, and moments of clarity that don’t always last as long as I want them to.
Some pieces are messy. Some are sharper.
Most of them are written somewhere in the middle.
If you’re new here, start here: Best of Becoming, Lucy
Or read this first: The problem with feeling okay
A piece about not trusting peace to stay, and what it means to sit in something that isn’t chaos but doesn’t feel safe either.
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The Journal
The heart of this space lives in the Journal.
That’s where you’ll find everything I write: personal essays, reflections, fragments, poems, and pieces written in the thick of feeling – not polished for performance, but honest in their becoming.
Some entries are quiet. Some are raw. Some contradict each other. That’s the point.
If you’re here to read, to witness, or to recognise yourself in someone else’s becoming, start there.
Why this exists
Because I spent a long time performing versions of myself that made sense to everyone else.
This is me learning how not to do that anymore.
If you’re in a season of questioning, unravelling, or quiet change – you’re welcome here.
You don’t need to know what you’re looking for yet.
Begin with the Journal.
Stay as long as something resonates.
Leave when you need to.
Welcome to the in-between.
Lucy
Becoming, Lucy 