In My Own Words: Why The Fifth Why
It’s a Monday — a good day for a beginning.
I’m seated opposite myself in a quiet room, wide lounge chair beneath me, barefoot, in a soft white shirt and lived-in jeans. The sleeves are rolled up. The mood is relaxed, but intentional. I smile — warm but a little nervous — as I prepare to ask questions I already know the answers to, and yet still need to hear out loud.
Today, I’m interviewing myself. Not the mother or the founder or the woman who has it all together. But the one underneath. The one who’s been writing in the margins of her own life.
This is not a branding exercise. This is a reckoning. A remembering. A return.
Let’s begin.
Q: Why now?
A: Because I no longer want to write only in the shadows. Because the things I’ve lived—loved, lost, grieved, questioned, built, and broken—have shaped me into a woman who is no longer afraid of her own depth. Because I’ve spent too long holding space for everyone else’s becoming, and I finally realised mine deserves light too.
Q: Why writing?
A: Because writing is how I meet myself. Not the curated version. Not the accomplished professional or the polished woman at dinner. But the voice that knows. The one that’s honest, even when it’s hard. Writing heals me. Not because it fixes anything, but because it lays the truth bare. And I’ve learned there’s power in not looking away.
Q: Why the Fifth Why?
A: Because one why is never enough. Not for the woman I am. I don’t want surface. I want the root. The ugly truth and the graceful one. I want to know why I react, why I love, why I stay silent, why I explode, why I bend until I nearly break. I want to ask until there’s nothing left but clarity.
Q: Why this season of your life?
A: Because I’m choosing to live with intention. Not just perform life. Not just survive or impress or accomplish. But be. Fully. Fiercely. Quietly if needed. Loudly when it matters. Present, always.
Because I’m learning to be a woman who does not apologise for existing fully. For feeling deeply. For thinking critically. For wanting more.
Q: Why you?
A: Because I’m still here. Still standing. Still searching. Still willing to tell the truth—not for validation, but for connection. Because I believe in what happens when we share the things we’re told to bury.
Because I want to show up. For myself. For my daughter. For the woman I was. And for the woman I’m becoming. This isn’t just a blog. This is a reckoning, a remembering, a return.
If you’re here, maybe you’re asking your fifth why too.
