I didn’t start this blog because my life finally made sense.
I started it because it didn’t.

My name is Michelle, and I’ve lived through enough plot twists to make a Gen-X woman shake her head and mutter, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” My story isn’t tidy, and honestly, I’m done trying to make it look like it is.

In 2018, my first husband, divorced me.
It was the year everything cracked open — the year that dragged me into a new version of motherhood I never expected. He has custody of Emileigh, Samuel, and Levi, and learning to mother across distance has stretched me in ways that still hurt and still teach me.

Then, on January 26, 2018, God handed me Jude — my beautiful, brilliant, high-energy, Minecraft-building, heaven-story-telling little miracle. Jude is the kid who builds entire universes out of digital blocks and somehow teaches me how to rebuild my life at the same time. He’s also the inventor of Scramble Cat, the chaotic little imaginary creature who shows up right when we need laughter the most.

In 2020, I remarried.
I walked into that marriage wanting stability, partnership, safety, healing — all the things we’re told marriage is supposed to be. Instead, I found myself face-to-face with old wounds, trust issues, my own shadows, and the painful habit of trying to save people who don’t want to save themselves.

Somewhere along the way, frustration became normal.
Anger became familiar.
Aggravation became part of my morning routine.
And I almost forgot how to take care of myself.

But Jude… he keeps me grounded.
He keeps me laughing.
He keeps me believing there’s still something good ahead, even when the present feels heavy.

That’s why I created Wildly Untamed.

This isn’t a polished “mom blog.”
It isn’t a curated healing journey wrapped in pastel quotes.

This is the truth — the holy, hood, human truth of a Gen-X mama raising neurodivergent kids, untangling trauma, rebuilding her sense of self, and trying to find faith in the places life has cracked wide open.

I’m writing for the women who are still in their messy middle.
The ones who pray, cuss, cry in the shower, love fiercely, get angry, keep going, and wake up every day trying again.
The ones who raised themselves while raising others.
The ones rebuilding block by block, just like Jude’s Minecraft worlds.

If you’re here, maybe your story is a little wild too.
Maybe you’re healing while mothering.
Maybe you’re exhausted but still fighting.
Maybe you’re rediscovering who you are after years of being who everyone else needed.

Either way… welcome.

This is where we tell the truth.
This is where we stop apologizing.
This is where we rise, slowly and fiercely.

This is Wildly Untamed — and this is my beginning.