I don’t have a manifesto.
I have fragments.
Questions I keep returning to.
Thoughts that refuse to stay quiet.
This space exists because I need somewhere to put them.
Becoming Lucy is a living journal – a record of thought, emotion, doubt, growth, and the slow, often uncomfortable act of becoming someone more honest than I was before.
I write to understand myself.
To give shape to the things that press against my ribs.
To catch the moments before they disappear.
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.
What You’ll Find Here
• Writing in real time, not hindsight
• Thoughts that don’t pretend to have answers
• Identity, motherhood, longing, love, disillusionment, growth
• The in-between moments most people edit out
This isn’t a self-help space.
It’s not a brand.
It’s not a highlight reel.
It’s a record.
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 