We’re here to remind you that you’re not alone and give you some love, support and tools to help push you through the rough stuff. Even when you feel hopeless.

That oxygen mask? It’s okay to not want to share it at first with our offspring. Even when we do, we have no choice but to put ours on first. Mama’s mental health and self-care has to always be at the top of the to-do list.

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Here’s where we get real. Read stories of postpartum depression and anxiety shared by moms who understand that new mommy life isn’t always the way it looks on Instagram.  

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The struggle is real and we’re attacking it head on, together. Connect, share, empathize and get advice from like-minded moms and experts who speak your language.

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Your weekly reminder that you’re not alone and dose of love and support to help push you through the rough stuff. Even when you feel hopeless. It’s OKAY to not be OKAY.

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Mamas, if you’re suffering, you are not alone. In fact, you are in amazing company. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

 

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“Not only does she get real about what postpartum depression is like, but shows moms who are struggling that there is another side. With a topic that is often presented without hope, her narrative is not only important — but life-saving.” -Sarah Schuster, Mental Health Editor at The Mighty

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Shouting it from the mountaintops! I go to therapy. I LOVE my therapist. I love sitting on the cozy, worn in, red couch in her office. Therapy is self-care. Therapy is self-love. Therapy is how I was able to fight and survive postpartum depression and anxiety. Do you have questions about therapy? How to find the right therapist for what you're feeling? How to get your partner on board if they don't buy in to it? Send them to me and I will answer every single one. Having the right therapist to talk to is like having a non-judgmental best friend who always listens. Do you go to therapy?
Mamas, we don’t choose to get sick. We don’t choose the scary feelings. We don’t choose to feel disconnected, disinterested in motherhood and our babies. We don’t choose to be afraid to leave the house. We don’t choose to have to take medicine. But it all happens. And it happens to millions of us every year. We are not alone. And those who don’t have these experiences, you do get a choice. You can choose shame or you can choose empathy. You can choose to learn about what you don’t understand. And I’m pretty sure the world needs to start choosing a ton more wisely.
This week, @Neighdene shares her story about postpartum depression and deciding to be a mom who helps heal other moms. 🤝🤝🤝 . My journey started back in December 2016, at 26 weeks and 5 days gestation we suddenly had to goodbye to our son Oliver. . We as parents had to make a choice, to continue with the pregnancy or interrupt our little boy's life. As a mother, you never want your children to experience pain and suffering and we were told his cardiac heart abnormalitlies were so severe that his chances of living outside my womb would be slim to none. . Two weeks after his passing, I started to have scary intrusive thoughts about my son who was four at the time. I spoke to my GP who very coldly dismissed me. . I had to take my healing into my own hands and I searched for help. . I finally found a clinical therapist who through cognitive therapy, assured my fears were a normal part of postpartum depression. . Now almost two years later, my son is six and my daughter is eight months, and I am continuing to heal. . Six months ago I decided I needed to help with the healing for moms in my community. Now I am currently studying to receive my masters in counseling psychology so I can lend my ear as well as my heart so other moms have a safe place to land.
It’s controversial and I’m saying it! I’m not in love with being a mom. I love my son and I love being his mom, but I’m not in love with the role of being a mom or the act of mothering. And I KNOW I’m not alone here. And I know there will be people, even other women who read this and try to respond by shaming, but you know what? I don’t care. It’s just noise and I’m choosing not to hear it. I am CHOOSING not to let it in. There is no authority on motherhood. You are the only authority that matters.