A Companion for Reclaiming Your Identity
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A year-long companion through motherhood, marriage, vocation, and the wholehearted self.
From the man who loves you, and the daughter who calls you Mama.
A year of words for the woman who has spent her whole life giving them to others.
Happy Mother's Day.
I have been trying to write this letter for weeks. I kept starting and stopping, not because I did not know what to say, but because I knew that whatever I wrote would not be enough for what you have done this year, alone. So let me start small, and try to say only what is the single truth.
You wrote a book once about being more than a relationship status. It was written during a season when your heart was broken and you wanted to share your vision that you are more than your relationship status, you are more than any label in the eyes of God. That book is one of the reasons I love you. Not because it was good, though it was, but because you wrote it from the middle of the hardest year of your life, and you wrote it for people you would never meet.
This year, I have watched you do it again. Different season. Different people. Bringing wives and mothers back to their core identity and reminding them of the single, most important truth in this season of their lives. They are still important. That never left them. It simply got buried.
I have watched you become Avila's mother. I remember the moments where you selflessly gave of yourself breastfeeding, changing diapers, and aiding to Avila when she was just a few months old. When I was trying to navigate my selfishness and not being completely and totally there for the both of you. I have watched you love that little girl with a steadiness that astonishes me, even on the days you did not feel steady.
I have also watched you wrestle with things I cannot fix. The postpartum fog that came in waves you did not expect. The diagnoses that explained so much and demanded so much. The grief of not feeling like the version of yourself you knew before. The fear that the woman who could write Single Truth would not be able to write what came next. I have not had answers for any of that. I am sorry I have not always said the right thing. I am still learning how to be a husband to a wife who is also a mother, and I am going to keep learning.
You have not lost yourself. You are being remade. There is a difference, and from here, standing right next to you, it is unmistakable, and being beautifully created right in front of my eyes.
Here is what I want you to know on this Mother's Day, your first one as Avila's mama in the flesh: You are a good mother. Good? Just good? Yes, Good. And I chose that word for a reason. The actual, scriptural, real meaning of good — the good God called creation when He looked at it and saw what He had made. You are good for our daughter. You are good for me. You are good for the women who read your work, and the women who have not found you yet but will.
You have spent this year afraid that you were losing yourself. You have not lost yourself. You are being remade.
You asked me last night if I loved working in the business now. Truth is, I do love working alongside you as a coupleprepreneur. Ha! Get it. I love being the person who handles the parts of running it that drain you, so the parts that come alive in you can stay alive. That is one of the great privileges of my life.
"We are far less afraid of being insufficient than we are of the staggering, divine potency we actually possess." — Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love
I love being Avila's father. She is going to grow up watching her mama love God, love her father, love her work, and love her own self in real time. There is no better inheritance you could give her.
This workbook is a gift. Please use it the way you would tell a client to: gently, imperfectly, with permission to skip and permission to repeat. Do not turn it into another thing to be perfect at. It is just a year of small returns to the truth. And I will grow with you along this journey. That is my promise to you.
I love you. We love you.
— John (and Avila, who is squeezing my finger as I sign this)
You wrote a book about identity that ended up speaking back to you. That is not weakness. That is the Holy Spirit doing what He always does, returning words to the writer when she needs them most. Lysa TerKeurst told you this. You wrote it down. And now it is your turn to read it.
This companion exists because the woman who wrote Single Truth deserves a companion through the next chapter as gentle and devoted as the one she wrote for others. You said in your own pages: I'm being asked to write this book now so that I can read it later when I become forgetful of the lessons and overwhelmed in the busy-ness of marriage and family. The later you wrote about is now.
Postpartum depression and anxiety are medical, hormonal, and neurological — not moral, not spiritual, not a lack of faith.
If reading your own words made you cry because every line applied to you, that is not a failure of your message. It is a message about your body and your brain right now.
This companion is not a substitute for a perinatal mental health specialist, your OB, your therapist, or a psychiatrist.
You are a marriage and family therapist. You know what you would say to a client in your seat. Say it to yourself.
Autism and ADHD are not the parts of you that need fixing in order to be a good wife, mother, or businesswoman. They are part of how God formed you in the womb. Psalm 139 is not a metaphor for the neurotypical.
Built for the way your mind moves.
So you always know where you are.
No overwhelm. No sprint required.
And permission to repeat.
This is not a checklist. It is a companion.
You are not a woman who used to be brave. You are a woman who is being remade. Avila's name means a city of God's tower of strength. Your daughter is named for a fortress. So are you.
This is not a checklist. It is a companion. Its rhythm is the year, and the year sets its own pace. You can read it cover to cover in an afternoon. You can keep it on your nightstand and read one page a week. You can flip to the index of anchor sentences when a day is heavy and read until one lands. There is no wrong way.
The hard rule: Open the book. Read one sentence. Close the book. That counts. That counts so much.
Annie, you have told yourself a story: I'm unorganized. I have too many ideas. I can't finish things. The diagnoses came late, and they came with shame attached, because you had already been measuring yourself against a brain you do not have. Here is what is actually true about your brain, and how each part is a gift when stewarded rather than suppressed.
You connect dots most people do not see. Single Truth exists because of this. The practice: capture in one place, choose one per season. Capture, then curate, then commit.
When something captures you, you can produce months of work in a week. Define a 5-minute version of every task. On hyperfocus days, build. On hard days, do the 5-minute version. Both count.
You feel your clients, your readers, your husband, your baby, deeply. This is why your therapy work lands. The daily question: what feeling am I carrying that is not mine to carry?
You see the through-line in stories — yours, your clients', Scripture, culture. The test: would you tell a client this sign is meaningful? If not, let it go.
You notice tone, environment, and dynamics that others miss. Honor sensory limits before you hit the wall. A sensory budget for the day: what needs to be subtracted?
You feel unfairness in your body. This drives your advocacy. When stuck: name it, decide one action OR one prayer of release, move.
You are not broken. You are not behind. You are not too much.
Read these before each season begins, and any time you forget.
I am a beloved daughter of God before I am anything else.
I am Annie before I am wife. I am Annie before I am mother. I am Annie before I am therapist, author, or business owner. None of these roles erase the others, and none of them are the whole of me.
Avila is her own person, not an extension of me. My job is not to be perfect for her. My job is to love her, and to let her watch a real woman love God in real time.
My marriage is a covenant, not a performance. My husband did not marry a finished woman. He married me.
Postpartum is a season, not a verdict. My brain on postpartum hormones is not my brain. The lies it tells me are not the truth about my life.
Being highly functional and being well are not the same thing. I can be doing a lot and still be drowning. I can be doing very little and still be healing.
I do not have to earn the right to rest, to be still, to do less, to be loved.
God's plan for me is unfolding right now, in this season. I am not behind. I am not lost. I am here, where He has me.
Annie, here is something you may not have let yourself say out loud yet: you are no longer the single marriage counselor who wrote a book about being more than a relationship status. You are now a married marriage counselor, a postpartum mother, an autistic and ADHD woman diagnosed in adulthood, an author whose first book came back to teach her, the founder of a coaching business that needs to grow up alongside her.
This is not a pivot. It is an arrival. The ministry you trained for, prayed for, and waited through singleness for — it is not behind you. It is opening up underneath you, right now, in the most disorienting season of your adult life. That is not a coincidence. That is how God builds ministries: from the inside of the very experience you are afraid will disqualify you.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." — 2 Corinthians 1:3–4
Read that verse again, slowly. Paul does not say: God comforts us so that we are comforted. He says: God comforts us so that we can comfort others with the same comfort. Your comfort, in this season, is not just for you. It is being deposited in you for the women you have not yet met.
Your wound is not disqualifying you. It is equipping you. The comfort you receive now is the comfort you will give.
You have a big-hearted, all-comers calling. You want to help everyone — single women, married women, mothers, Catholics, non-Catholics, neurodivergent women. You see something to love in every reader, and that is genuine and good.
A niche is not a cage. A niche is a focal point. It is the specific woman you can serve more deeply than anyone else can serve her, because you have walked her exact road. When you serve her well, the women around her get served too — the way light from a single candle still illuminates a whole room.
Because of who I am and what I have lived — not what I studied, not what I planned, but what I have actually walked through.
But am being prepared to write right now, even if it terrifies me. These are not marketing questions. They are vocational ones.
Most coaches and authors reach for a niche by studying the market. But your niche is doing something else right now. It is finding you. Through your tears as you read your own book. Through the stories women tell you in your therapy room and DM your inbox. Pay attention to what will not leave you alone. That is the niche, knocking.
The Intersection That Is Uniquely Yours
Most postpartum content is secular. You can speak to the same exhaustion with theology of the body, vocation, and the specific Catholic understanding that motherhood is not the sum of a woman.
Catholic women with ADHD and autism are out there in huge numbers, and most have been told, implicitly, that they are bad Catholics for struggling with rosaries, holy hours, and meal planning. You can speak to them.
Most therapists do not also write trade books. Most authors do not have clinical credentials. You have both. You can write something clinically sound, theologically faithful, and genuinely vulnerable — a rare combination.
Most coaches built their business pre-baby. You are building yours through it. The framework you build will be the kind that survives real life, not just the curated version.
What if you needed to write that book to learn the framework — free, faithful, fruitful — so that you could now apply it to a much harder, more crowded, more vulnerable subject? What if Single Truth taught you how to write, and what is coming next is what you were trained to write?
That is what arriving at a niche feels like. Not a clean line on a business plan. A slow recognition that everything you have lived was tuition.
The specific woman you are writing for, speaking to, building for. Not your only client, but your truest one.
She is a Catholic woman, late twenties to mid-forties. She is a wife, often with young children or trying for them. She has high-functioning, high-achieving outsides and a postpartum, anxious, or burnt-out inside.
She may have been recently diagnosed with ADHD or autism, or she suspects, or she is the partner or daughter of someone who was. She does not know what to do with the diagnosis spiritually. She has been told her struggles are a discipline problem, a prayer problem, a willpower problem.
She is the woman who would cry reading her own book. She is you, three years ago. And five years from now. She is who you are for.
There is a specific moment in every author and coach's vocational life when the thing she went through stops being only her wound and starts being her work. The transition is not when the wound heals — you do not need to be healed to begin. The transition is when she gives the wound permission to become a teacher.
Bo Eason taught you that the stories you do not want to tell are the ones the world needs. You said yes to that idea once, with Single Truth. The Holy Spirit is asking you to say yes again, with harder material.
You are not making up a niche. You are receiving one. The niche came to you through the breakup that became a wedding, through the singleness that became a marriage, through the quiet that became a daughter, through the late-diagnosis that became a reframe, through the postpartum tears over your own book that became this companion in your hands.
This is how God assembles ministries. He does not give them to women who have it figured out. He gives them to women who are still figuring it out, because the women who will come to you are also still figuring it out, and they need a guide who will not pretend.
"And who knows whether you have not come to the kingdom for such a time as this?" — Esther 4:14
You are exactly the right woman for this niche, in exactly the right season, with exactly the right wounds and gifts and credentials and limitations. Nothing about you needs to be different in order to begin. Begin.
You are worthy of love.
Weeks 1–13 · Identity & Reclamation
"Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come will be able to separate us from the love of God." — Romans 8:38–39
In Single Truth, you wrote that love is free — not earned, not a reward, not a transaction. You wrote it for women waiting for marriage. The Holy Spirit was waiting for you to read it as a wife and a mother. This first season is about reclaiming the truth that you are worthy of love before you produce, before you perform, before you lose the baby weight, before the business hits the next milestone, before you feel like yourself again.
Before we go anywhere, we have to find where you are. Not where you were before Avila. Not where you should be by now. Where you actually are. Postpartum has a way of making a woman feel like a stranger in her own life. This week is about gentle re-acquaintance.
"Lord, you have searched me, and you know me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away." — Psalm 139:1–2
If you wrote Single Truth from the perspective of a wounded single woman who learned that her identity is in God, you can write this season from the perspective of a wounded postpartum woman re-learning the same lesson. The lesson did not graduate you. It re-enrolls everyone, in every season.
"But God proves his love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us." — Romans 5:8
Postpartum amplifies the inner critic. So does ADHD shame. So does autistic masking. The voice telling you you are failing — that is not God's voice. God's voice does not accuse. The accuser does.
"Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, for the accuser of our brothers and sisters has been thrown down." — Revelation 12:10
You give well. You always have. But this season, you are in receipt mode — of help, of grace, of your husband's love, of your community. ADHD and autistic women often have a hard time receiving without immediate repayment. This week, practice letting kindness sit.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28
Postpartum bodies hold a thousand stories. The body that grew Avila is not failing you when it does not bounce back. It is recovering from one of the most physically demanding jobs a human body can do.
"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made." — Psalm 139:14
The comparison trap is loud for women in ministry, motherhood, and online business simultaneously. The internet is not real. Your life is.
You are not Avila's mother only. You are Annie. Distinct. Beloved. Specifically and uniquely yours to God.
Grief over your former life is not betrayal of motherhood — it is honesty. You can love your daughter and grieve who you were and trust who you are becoming, all at once.
Avila does not care about your competencies. God does not care. Your husband did not marry your competencies. You are loved before you are useful.
Every yes begins with a no. Postpartum, autism, ADHD, business, marriage, motherhood: you cannot do it all and you were never meant to.
You do not need anyone's permission to rest. You do not need permission to feel. You do not need permission to ask for help. You do not need permission to be tired.
Mary did not say yes immediately. Luke 1 records her question: How can this be? You are allowed to bring God your questions before you bring Him your obedience.
You have spent thirteen weeks reclaiming the truth that you are loved before you do anything. Look back. Notice what has shifted. Notice what is still tender. Bless yourself for showing up.
"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." — Galatians 5:1
Your feelings are valid.
Weeks 14–26 · Listening, Patience, Faith
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." — Lamentations 3:22–23
You wrote about silence, patience, and faith — listening to the Lover, wonder in the waiting, believing what is not seen. This season returns to those themes from the perspective of a wife and mother whose feelings are loud, whose patience is wearing thin, and whose faith is being tested in new ways. Faithfulness is not a feeling. It is a practice. This season teaches the practice.
Season Two begins where you began Single Truth: in silence. Not the absence of sound. The presence of God. Ten minutes of silence this week is enough.
As a therapist, you teach this. As a postpartum woman, you may need to hear it. I feel like a bad mother is not the same as I am a bad mother.
Postpartum is its own desert. Your old life is not coming back. The new one is not here yet. The temptation is to rush. The invitation is to wonder.
You cannot see the woman God is making you into through this postpartum year. Faith is trust in the unseen.
Holiness is not built in the cathedral moments. It is built at 3 a.m. with a crying baby, in the kept appointment, in the meal someone else cooks for you.
There will be weeks in this year when God will feel silent. This is not abandonment. This is part of love. Mother Teresa endured decades of darkness and never stopped serving. Silence is not the absence of God. Sometimes it is the depth of His presence.
"How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?" — Psalm 13:1–2
Marriage in the first year of a baby is a different marriage than the one you said yes to. Faithfulness here is not nostalgia for the courtship. It is choosing the actual man, in the actual bed, at the actual 4 a.m., again. And again. And again.
"I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." — Song of Solomon 6:3
Faithfulness to your body means noticing it before it crashes. Eating before you are starving. Sleeping before you collapse. Stopping before the migraine.
There is a difference between faithful work and hustle. Hustle says: prove. Faithful work says: serve.
Postpartum and motherhood thin out friendships if we do not tend them. ADHD object permanence makes it worse. This week, pick up a thread.
Some days, faithfulness is basic. Brush teeth. Drink water. Hold the baby. Breathe. That counts.
Faithful motherhood is not perfect motherhood. Avila does not need a saint. She needs her mom — imperfect, present, loving, messing up, repairing, returning.
Twenty-six weeks. Halfway through. You have practiced listening, waiting, trusting, tending. Bless this season before you walk into the next.
Your life matters.
Weeks 27–39 · Choice, Calling, Voice
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control." — Galatians 5:22–23
You wrote that life is fruitful when you choose the struggle instead of struggling with the choice; when a spouse (or anything else) is an assist, not the goal; when you find your voice and use it. This season is about fruit — the slow, real kind. Not output. Not metrics. The fruit of the Spirit, manifest in a particular woman in a particular life. You.
You have made the big choices. The work is to live them, not to relitigate them.
ADHD wants to skip to the harvest. God grows oak trees and orchards. The fruit you will bear in your forties will come from the roots you sink in your thirties.
The world has a glut of perfect voices and a shortage of real ones. Your voice — neurodivergent and Catholic and postpartum and tender — is what serves.
Avila is a person, not a project. Marriage is a vocation, not an achievement. The goal is heaven. The roles serve the goal.
The fruit of a Christian life is not perfection — it is repair. Repenting, returning, asking forgiveness, beginning again.
Not numbness. Not detachment. Just a holding-loosely. Trusting His plan over yours.
Boundaries are not walls; they are the fence around the garden. Without them, the work you have planted gets trampled.
Postpartum capacity is not pre-baby capacity. That is not failure, it is biology. Plan from your average, not your peak.
Rest is not collapse. Rest is intentional. Sabbath is not optional. It is the fourth commandment.
Generosity does not deplete. It declares: God is enough.
The stories you do not want to tell are the ones that need telling.
The fruit doubles when you receive AND give in the same season.
Notice what has grown. Notice what is still ripening. Bless the orchard.
Free, faithful, and fruitful, together.
Weeks 40–52 · Living It
"He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." — Philippians 1:6
The final season is integration. The framework you wrote for others has become your own. This is the season of putting it together — of living free, faithful, and fruitful in the actual texture of your life as wife, mother, business owner, and woman of God. The lessons are not new. The living of them is.
Not new lessons — lived ones. A one-page rule of life: three free practices, three faithful practices, three fruitful practices. Specific. Sustainable. Yours.
She is not who you were. She is not who you imagined. She is who God is actually making. Get to know her. Befriend her. Bring her flowers.
Some weeks marriage is gladness. Some weeks it is stamina. Both are sacred. You and your husband are walking each other home.
Avila is forming you while you form her. The work of being her mother is shaping your character in ways no other vocation could. Receive that.
You Are More, LLC — not a hustle, not a brand, not a personal monument. A ministry. The framework, the coaching, the books, the speaking: vehicles. The cargo is grace.
You used to think your ADHD and autism were obstacles to your calling. They are part of your calling. The way you connect ideas, the depth of your feeling, the pattern recognition, the sensory acuity, the justice sensitivity — these are not despite your gifts. They are your gifts.
"But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be." — 1 Corinthians 12:18
You walked the Camino. You know about pilgrimage — the unknown destination, the shifting ground, the strangers who become companions, the body's protest, the soul's slow expansion. Postpartum is a pilgrimage. You are still on the way.
"All these died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar." — Hebrews 11:13
You said yes to faithfulness this year. To showing up. To this workbook. To therapy, to the hard prayer, to your body, to your husband, to Avila, to yourself. Bless your own yes.
Not everything from this year has to come with you. Some practices were for this season only. Some were forever. Discern. Three lists: KEEP, RELEASE, REVISIT.
Look at her. The woman who started this workbook and the woman finishing it are not the same. She has done holy work this year. Not perfect. Not complete. Holy.
Wife, mother, therapist, author, business owner — your roles. Not your identity. Identity is in Christ alone. Roles are how you live the identity in time.
Walk through the year month by month. Highest point. Lowest point. Biggest grace. Biggest grief. All of it brought to God in one prayer. The examen is not an evaluation. It is a conversation.
One year. The framework you wrote for women in waiting has been your framework as a wife and mother. It worked. Not because the workbook is magic, but because the truth is true.
Annie, if you are reading this on the last week of the year, then you did it. Not perfectly. Not without missed weeks, hard months, hours of pages left blank, days when the only thing you did was breathe and feed your daughter. You did it the only way it could be done by a real woman in a real life. You showed up. Over and over.
The framework you wrote — free, faithful, fruitful — was always yours. This year you have lived it from a new vantage. As a wife, you have practiced free love that does not transact. As a mother, you have practiced faithful presence in the hardest moments. As a businesswoman and writer, you have practiced fruit that comes from roots, not from striving.
And underneath all of those roles, you have practiced something quieter and more important: returning to yourself. The Annie underneath. The Annie God called by name before any of the roles arrived.
You are more than a wife. You are more than a mother. You are more than a therapist, an author, a business owner, a coach. You are more than your diagnoses. You are more than your worst week and your best week combined. You are a beloved daughter of God, made in His image, chosen, loved, sent.
That was the truth before the year began, and it is the truth as the year closes.
Live like it.
With love, and gratitude for your willingness to be remade
— Your companion in the work
All 52 anchors in one place. Read until one lands. You do not need to open the workbook. You do not need to do the reflection. Just read until one sentence catches you. That is enough for today.
Do not try to do the workbook. Read this page.
You are not failing. You are postpartum, you are a mother, you are a wife, you are running a business, you are in your body. Hard days happen. Hard days happen to good women. Hard days are not verdicts.
Drink water. Eat something. Step outside, even for thirty seconds. Hold Avila or hand her to someone safe. Text one person and say: today is hard.
Tell someone. Right now. Your husband. Your therapist. Your mom. Your closest friend.
Postpartum Support International: 1-800-944-4773 · Text HELP to 800-944-4773
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (24/7): call or text 988
Immediate danger: call 911 or go to your nearest emergency room.
You wrote in your own book: You are not alone, and there are many resources you can reach out to if things start to feel overwhelming. That sentence was for you, too. Especially for you.
Tomorrow you can come back to this book. Or next week. Or never. The book will wait. You are the priority.
This website is yours to return to whenever you need it. On the hard days, go straight to the Index of Anchor Sentences and read until one lands. On the days you want to go deeper, find your current week's card and sit with the reflection. On the days you need help, the If Today Is a Hard Day page has what you need.
52 truths, one for every week. Read until one catches you.
Crisis resources and the smallest next step, always available.
Postpartum, neurodivergence, Catholic motherhood, and your own work.
Free, Faithful, Fruitful, Integration — each with its own rhythm.
More than your relationship status. More than your roles. More than your diagnoses. More than your worst week. More than your best one.
"See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are." — 1 John 3:1
You are a beloved daughter of God, and that is the first and final word.