Hi, I’m Bee
Mum of 4| Writer| Navigating Mental Health, Motherhood, Travel and the spaces in between
I’m a Mum of four, living with OCD, PTSD, and postnatal depression – experiences that have quietly shaped the landscape of my motherhood in ways I am still learning to fully understand.
There have been times where my inner world has felt heavy and unbearable, where simply getting through the day has taken everything I had.
And, in the middle of that, something in me kept reaching for meaning.
Over time, I began to understand that what I was moving through wasn’t just personal – it was part of a much larger conversation about mothers, mental health, and the unseen weight so many carry.
And I felt a pull to speak about it – because there is work to be done around the culture of maternal mental health and healing. I feel called to be part of it. To make space for it. To not leave it in the dark a moment longer.
This space – this writing – is where motherhood, mental health, travel, and healing all meet. Not neatly, but honestly.
The life we were building
Josh and I met in our early 20’s at his Birthday Party. He had traveled from Western Sydney to my hometown on the Mid North Coast with his mates to celebrate. A mutual friend introduced us, and at the end of the night, Josh walked me to my taxi. I (unknowingly at the time) shut the taxi door on his finger. Months later, when we met again, his fingernail was still purple.
He was ”Woodsy” and I was ”Bee”. Maybe deep down, we still are.
n the early years of our relationship, we loved listening to Jack Johnson. One of our favourites was Angel. Four kids later, his lyrics ”you gotta be careful when you’ve got good love, cause them angels will just keep on multiplying” feel truer than ever. Together we created a life: 4 kids, a business, side hustles, a huge home with acreage, investments and copious amounts of stuff. A life SO BIG it was swallowing us whole.
Then, one day while folding mountains of washing, I looked at Josh and asked, ”are you actually enjoying this life? Like are you having a good time?” He wasn’t. And the truth was, I wasn’t either. We had abandoned our values, our hopes for what life together could be. We didn’t even believe in the life we’d created, we were just surviving it. Working six long days, sitting up late doing book work once the kids went to bed, maintaining the house and property on our ”day off”, raising kids we barely had time to enjoy… we had become people we didn’t want to be.
We sold the house, got rid of the stuff and now its just us… Woodsy, Bee and our four ”angels”. This is our next chapter: living fully, laughing freely, and loving each other deeply – through travel, nature, and the everyday adventure of family life.
What this became
In that space something shifted. Travel became part of our reset – not an escape, a reconnection.
A way to show our children the world beyond routine. A way to find ourselves again in movement, in nature, in new places.
But life didn’t become perfect or polished. It became real in a different way.
We still have chaos woven through our days – the kind that comes with raising four children and living a full, unpredictable life.
But now we are learning how to hold both – adventure and uncertainty, joy and exhaustion, expansion and survival.
The parts you don’t always see
Alongside travel and everyday life, there are also seasons of intensity, sleepless nights, and the quiet weight of caring for little bodies that need more than you ever expected to give.
I write from inside all of it – not just the curated parts. Because motherhood is not one story. It is many, happening all at once.
And I’ve learnt that there is meaning in all of it.
Come along
This space holds the unfolding story of our life – messy, beautiful, unpredictable and real. If your’e here, you might be in your own version of that too. You’re welcome here.
