Balancing on the Edge: The Raw Reality of Being a Single Mum and an Entrepreneur

Some days, I feel like I’m holding up the weight of two worlds, both mine and my son’s - with nothing but willpower and love. I didn’t plan to be a single mum, and I definitely didn’t imagine I’d be running a business while doing it. But life has a way of forcing you to grow in directions you never thought possible.

People often see the highlight reels, you know, the smiling photos, the client wins, the little milestones that suggest I have it all under control. What they don’t see is the 3am panic attacks and lethargic school run as we paint a happy face on. Phewww! The tears I’ve wiped away - holy moly! The times I have had to pause a Zoom call because my son needs help with homework or just a hug. Our children always come first!

Entrepreneurship is lonely.

Single motherhood is lonelier.

And together, tough beyond measure!

When you combine them, it’s not just lonely - it’s exhausting. There’s no partner to share the emotional energy, no steady paycheck to cushion the hard months, and no one waiting at home to tell you, “You did great today.”

I juggle marketing strategies with school lunches, investor calls with food shops, and brand building with bedtime stories. My to-do list is never-ending, and my energy is constantly divided. I carry guilt like a second skin at times, guilt for not being fully present in every moment with my son, and guilt for sometimes wanting more than just survival. But, abundance is our birthright! We can have it all - and we deserve it all!

Becoming a survivor of domestic violence and family court was NEVER on my agenda, but hey, it happened. I somehow made it through the storms! And today, I am absolute proof we can make it through anything. God doesn’t bring us to anything we can’t get though. If He brings us to it, He brings us through it!

I continue and remain standing because through all the struggle, I’m building something that matters. I’m not just trying to make ends meet; I’m trying to build a life of freedom and meaning for both of us. I want my son to see that strength doesn’t always look like perfection (imperfection is perfection) - it looks like trying again when you’re bone-tired. It looks like believing in yourself even when the world tells you you’re too much or not enough.

I’m also doing this for others - for the women and single parents who feel stuck, for those who doubt their worth, for the dreamers who are scared they won’t make it. If my story can give even one person the courage to take the leap, to keep going, or to believe in their own resilience, then every sleepless night will have been worth it.

So to the other single parents out there chasing goals and raising children: I see you. I am you. You’re not alone, even if it feels that way sometimes. We are writing a new story - one of fierce love, bold dreams, and quiet victories. Hope. We bring hope!

And even when we feel like we’re falling apart, we are still building something beautiful.

Me and my beautiful son ❤️