Learning to be Untamed
Welcome to The Untamed Soul—a faith-tethered, Gen X, sometimes-cussing space for women who’ve lived a little, broken a lot, and are tired of shrinking.
I’m a tattooed mama with four neurodivergent kids and breaking generational curses. Most days, I’m still figuring life out way later than the world says I should. Some days I’m a raging banshee, some days I’m soft as smoke, and I’m learning that all of it is allowed to exist at once.
If you’re still clawing your way back to yourself—quietly, loudly, or somewhere in between—this is your place to be seen. We don't have to have it all figured out to be wildly, unapologetically ourselves.
The Heart Behind the Untamed Soul
I’m not here because I did everything right. I’m here because I’ve been broken wide open.
For a long time, I tried to fit into the boxes the world built for me. I tried to be the woman everyone expected, but I failed. I made choices that cost me deeply, and I’ve felt the crushing weight of failing the people I love most. In the aftermath, the shape of my family changed in ways that still ache—I am a mother who carries three of her children in her heart and her prayers, even when I no longer have a "say" in their daily lives.
But here is the mystery of grace: beauty can grow in the middle of the wreckage.
If I hadn't walked through that fire—if I hadn't broken my life apart—I wouldn't have my youngest son, Jude. Today, my hands are busy raising him and navigating the beautiful, exhausting world of neurodivergence. I am living in the "and." I am grieving what I lost and I am fiercely grateful for the life I am building now.
I’m a tattooed mama, a work in progress, and a cycle-breaker.
I’m figuring life out way later than the world says I should, and I’m finally okay with that. I’m a woman of faith who sometimes cusses, a seeker who is done shrinking, and someone who knows that being "real" is a thousand times better than being "fine."
Some days I’m a raging banshee, some days I’m soft as smoke, and I’ve learned that all of it belongs.
If you’ve ever felt like you’ve disqualified yourself from a good life, or if you’re clawing your way back to your own spirit, you aren't alone. You’re seen. You’re understood. And you are welcome here.