It’s Mother's Day, and my goal at some point was to be the mom my daughter deserves. (written 05/11/2025)

Today it’s Mother’s Day. When I first experienced Long COVID, I was a relatively new mom. We were just coming toward the end of that first incredible (and exhausting) year- the tiny baby phase - and beginning to look ahead with excitement. We dreamed about outdoor adventures, watching our little one toddle down trails, splash in puddles, and learn to love nature just like I had growing up.

And then, everything changed.

As the world shut down, I found myself dealing with limited energy and unexpected physical challenges. My heart rate would spike dangerously high just walking up the stairs. Attempts at exercise would leave me crashing - followed by restless sleep and stronger symptoms the next day.

I had always been an active person who loved the outdoors. When I pictured being a mom, I imagined sharing that joy with my child. Suddenly, I wasn't sure if I could be the guide I had dreamed of being. I feared I wouldn't be able to give her the adventures, the confidence, the freedom in nature that had been so important to my own childhood.

After almost two years of feeling stuck, of minimal improvement, and seeing my daughter missing opportunities, I made a hard but life-changing decision. I stepped back from work to focus on my health. I needed to figure out a path to manage my symptoms, not just for myself, but for my family.

That choice changed everything.

Today, our family life looks very different. We hike mountains. We explore bike trails. We've even tackled ski runs full of moguls. We move through the world with energy and laughter. It feels like a dream - and I never take it for granted.

My daughter is growing up strong, curious, and adventurous - without realizing that behind the scenes, her mom has quietly managed a serious health journey. I have hidden my experience, but she also hasn’t really noticed it because her life isn’t limited by it.

I know so many people are still living in that painful waiting space - heading into year three, four, even five of feeling stuck, seeing life pass by. Not being able to live the life or make the memories they had imagined. It's heartbreaking, and it's not because people aren't trying hard enough. It's because recovery takes the right tools, real support, and a different approach.

If this is you, I want you to know: You are not alone. And you don’t have to stay stuck. There are real ways to start feeling better.

Recovery is possible.
For yourself.
For the people you love.
For the life you want to live.

Warmly,
Katie
Mom and Co-Founder of ThriveNinety

PS: This was my personal story on Mother's Day and why I chose to heal. What's motivating you?