Motherhood is often described in the most glowing terms—sublime, fulfilling, and a source of indescribable joy. Yet, beneath the surface, it often comes with challenges that can engulf a mother whole. This duality is a reality many don’t openly discuss; the elated moments can be balanced precariously by times of suffocation and overwhelming responsibility. It’s
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The reality of pregnancy often bears little resemblance to the idealized visions painted by society. For many, including myself, the journey is fraught with unexpected lengths and rigorous challenges. It’s a deeply personal voyage, one that complicates our relationship with time. I vividly remember the asking, “When are you due?” followed immediately by that mini-panic
Before experiencing motherhood firsthand, the concept of postpartum depression (PPD) seemed like a distant echo—mentioned in hushed tones and shrouded in stigma. It was only when I entered the realm of new motherhood that I began to perceive the fuller scope of this issue, particularly how society tends to cast a veil over it. It
Today, while organizing the treasures that reside beneath my bed, I stumbled upon a trove of my child’s earliest memories. Over the years, I had carelessly tossed in art projects, cherished birthday cards, and small trinkets that bore witness to their growth. Among these artifacts, I discovered a significant memento: the hospital bracelet that announced