I have snapped at my partner over something minor. It was not the first time, and probably won't be the last. Last time I did it, I sat with it to ask: what is actually happening here? Grief. That is what was going on. It is not always attached to a funeral or death. And it doesn't

There are some days after work all I want is some baby play or snuggle time. Then other days I am already touched out. Either way my daughter wants to be crawling or snuggling on me. I love her, and sometimes I also don't want to be touched from today to forever 😂. Both are true at the same

Scrolling through Instagram, or whatever social media you use, at 2am with a sleeping baby on your chest will quietly destroy you if you let it. Shortly after my daughter was born, I found myself watching different moms who seemed to have it all together. Some mom saying she already had her body

My daughter wants to be on me. Near me. In my space. All the time. I love it. Also, some days I am so touched out I could cry. Both are true. Society will tell you that responding to your kid creates dependency. That showing up for their need to be close sets them up to struggle as adults. I&

Nobody taught you what to do with your anger. They just taught you to make it disappear. Or that it is the only ok emotion to show. I was sitting in my car after a hard week; Nora not sleeping, a full caseload, my body doing its whole thing, and I felt this wave of anger rise up. My first though

It’s Tuesday and I already feel like I am failing at everything. Mom guilt doesn't care if you stayed home all day or worked a full shift. It finds you either way. Today and yesterday I took my baby to daycare early. I felt guilty for this. Like I was not spending enough time with her. L

There is a version of exhausted that sleep doesn't fix. That's the mental load. It was a Tuesday and I had already done approximately one thousand things before 9am. Not physical things. Thinking things. Remembered that Nora had a pediatrician appointment Thursday. Made a mental note to

You will see a post I made about what "enough" is. This is a follow-up cause I find we need reminding as people. 😊 We swapped keeping up with the Joneses for keeping up with the best version of ourselves. Somehow that bar feels even harder to reach. Some days I shower, brush my teeth,

That voice telling you you're not enough? It's not the truth. It's a habit. I noticed it most at 3am a few months after my daughter was born. She had been screaming for what felt like hours. It turned out to be her tooth. I tried everything. Rocking her, nursing her, singing to her.

The 4th isn't just fireworks. It's people. And being around your people is one of the most underrated things you can do for your mental health. So this weekend: ❤️ Say yes to the cookout, even if you only stay an hour 💙 Invite the friend who doesn't have plans 🤍 Check in on anyo

Change is part of life. We know that. But what nobody tells you is that change almost always comes with loss, and loss needs to be grieved. Even when the change is something you wanted. When my daughter was born last December, I expected to feel overwhelming love. I did. But I also felt somethin

People pleasing isn't a personality trait. It's a survival strategy you learned a long time ago. I used to say yes to everything. Plans I didn't really want to make. Opinions I didn't really have. Apologies I didn't actually owe anyone. I told myself I was flexible, easy-goin

You're not dramatic. Your nervous system just ran out of room. I remember it was not even a week after my daughter was born. We were playing a game and my husband started being a sore loser, by mine and my siblings perspective. Part of that perception was also seeing him as being rude, unben

Comparison doesn't just make you feel bad. It actively messes with your ability to know what you actually want. I spent most of my twenties thinking I was behind. Behind on my career, behind on having a baby, behind on "figuring it out." Thinking I needed to hit specific standards to

At some point, something happened. And after that, you started asking everyone else what you should feel. I have second-guessed myself so many times that I genuinely couldn't tell you what I actually wanted versus what I thought I was supposed to want. Big things, small things. Should I be m

A boundary isn't a wall. It's a declaration of what matters to you and an act of the deepest self-respect. I used to try to make everybody happy, so I would do things in a variety of ways to help with that. I used to struggle to say no because I worried I would hurt someone's feelin