What Happened to My Instagram and Facebook Accounts

Many of you have asked where my Instagram and Facebook pages went. Back in November, my accounts were suddenly disabled after a linked account was incorrectly flagged for violating community standards. Meta later confirmed that account actually did follow the rules, but my platforms were still taken down again shortly after, without explanation.

For 15+ years, my Instagram and Facebook accounts have been where I’ve shared maternal health education, advocacy, and pieces of my real life in medicine and motherhood — so losing them has been both professionally and personally hard.

I’m currently going through the formal review process and hopeful this will be resolved with a full human review. In the meantime, thank you for the messages, patience, and continued support. This community has always been bigger than any one platform.

I’ll keep you updated as I learn more, and in the meantime, you can always find me here on the blog (where is all started), and very reluctantly... now on TikTok.

Clear Truths in Quiet Seasons

2025 has carried some of the most isolating seasons of my adult life - moments that stretched me, and continue to stretch me, personally and professionally in ways I never anticipated. I am learning what it means to stand alone differently, and if I’m honest, it’s uncomfortable. It’s quiet. It asks more of me than I ever imagined I had to give. Yet within that stillness, I’m rediscovering something steady and undeniable: I can rely on myself.

We don’t talk enough about the journey back to yourself after chasing the “dream job,” the polished vision of motherhood, the weight of being the “good eldest daughter,” the dependable big sister, or the partner you believed you were supposed to be. There is a real grief in realizing that some roles don’t hold you the way you hoped they would, but there is also a deep freedom in loosening your grip on expectations that were never meant to define you.

Being back here feels different. Grounded. Familiar in a way I didn’t recognize at first. It's like returning to a home that was never a physical place, but a version of me I had quietly been searching for all along.

I was always that girl. Even in rooms where I wasn’t fully seen. Even in seasons that tried to convince me otherwise.

I am strong.

I am brilliant.

And it is never too late to fight for yourself.