The excuses I gave and the real reasons behind why I hate therapy. — Talk Therapy Ah, the catch all solution for everyone’s life problems. An emotional dumping ground for some. A path to self-actualization for others. The magical portal that must live up to the expectations of delivering you from your chaotic mess of a life into a peaceful Zen space in 60 minutes or…

Unfortunately, everything isn’t as simple as ‘declare you will conquer something, and it will be so’. — There are a million reasons I had postpartum depression (PPD). In fact, there was so many reasons that I quickly became overwhelmed. I was afraid I wouldn’t have the strength to even try and fix it all, so instead I resorted to withering away. …

Like most hatred, I learned my disgust was rooted in jealousy. — I have a terrible confession. One that will make you want to unfriend me as a fellow mom immediately. It is not something I am proud of. I loathe star-struck mothers. You know the ones. Those baby-obsessed moms who appear incapable of having a single thought independent from the subject…

No canned personality will ever match the complexity of any woman — I never could fit into the different molds of ‘motherhood’. I tried them all on and nothing fit. I don’t even know if I even want to identify as any specific type of mom. …

The relationship between a mother and her unborn child is unmatched to any other relationship. In this stage of life, a mother is solely responsible for the health and well-being of another human being. Before becoming pregnant, every woman understands her body will undertake a physical toll. But through this…

Understanding the science behind the bond between a mother and her child. — In my early days of postpartum, I never understood why I couldn’t match the instant connection other mothers had with their child. A baby became a mother’s sun, moon, and stars. Their relationship seemed untouched by the struggles of real life due to the strength of the bond they held…

Social media provides a platform for one to project perfection. My passive consumption of this content led me to believe that everyone else’s life was an unwavering constant of happiness. Silly boomerangs. Chic aesthetic. Matching outfits. Effortless smiles. In reality my Instagram, Facebook is a highlights reel of each person’s…

A year-end breastfeeding reflection. — We made it. One full year of breastfeeding — my goal. I should be proud, right. I faced more challenges than I ever expected and still made it through the other side. Now that I’ve finally reached the end, I reflect back and think: Was it worth it? Were the…