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Motherly acquired Motherhood Understood, continuing our mission of providing a woman-centered and supportive community for mothers. We are leaning into telling personal essays from mothers as a way that we learn, connect and feel less alone. Centered on the perspectives of maternal mental health, these stories are intended to help moms feel validated and seen.
"My husband did the majority of the childcare and while it killed me to see the exhaustion and worry in his eyes, I just didn’t care enough to help."
"I had to do all of these things because shortly after the birth, my husband vanished."
"I stopped eating. I cried. I had a constant pit of anxiety that sat in my stomach. The only time it would go away was when I was asleep."
"I love my baby…I think... I don’t have all this motherhood stuff figured out yet..."
"I went to my room and looked at my empty bed, and the empty bassinet and realized this was the first time I had been alone since my delivery. This isn’t how it was supposed to be, and so the first breakdown happened."
"This hasn’t gone the way I expected it to. But she makes every second worth it."
"My anxiety levels were already high, but not knowing what could happen was making it worse."
"Coronavirus did something for me that it probably didn’t do for a lot of other mothers. It helped."
"Life is hard right now."
"I again had to go to this appointment alone, which didn't seem like a big deal because baby was healthy, right?"
"I desperately needed that break, but I couldn't call anyone. My husband and I had to tough it out alone."
"Working from home, homeschooling a five-year old who didn’t understand the idea of not leaving the house or seeing other siblings, and coping with the daily changes of pregnancy was beginning to make me feel anxious."
"Every night when the baby would wake up and cry, I would cry too—and every time I felt like I was losing control."
"My baby should be in a park under the sun, on the swings, walking on grass, befriending other kids, but instead, he is at home all day every day, pacing from one room to the other, playing with the same toys each day, seeing no new faces apart from his parents."
"No one told me I could change my clothes. No one told me I could bathe. I needed a caregiver. I needed an advocate. I needed someone to take care of me."
"I feel like I have been alone with two babies since I had the baby—cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, feedings, and bleeding."
“PTSD?” I asked. “Yes, from childhood trauma. You may think you’ve only been dealing with PPD but this is just a little tip of the iceberg. I’m glad you came in today.”
"Mama bears, I know some of you have walked a similar road or are walking it now. I send you love and give you permission to turn that radio up a little louder."
"I wasn't a bad mother, just one that needed help."
My mental illness does not define me.