09/02/2025
Back in January 2019, I found out I was pregnant—just two weeks after telling my husband through tears that I didn’t think I wanted kids after all.
I was thrown into the depths of perinatal depression… afraid of losing myself, my career, my freedom. I cried in the shower, in the car, and felt like no one really understood what I was going through.
Then in September, our daughter was born. Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to spend part of my weeks at home raising my babies. These last 6 years have been full of the sweetest memories and some of the hardest moments. Motherhood, running a business, raising little humans—it’s not for the faint of heart.
I’ve been so many versions of me… the new mama just figuring it out, the mama of two trying to juggle it all, the mom who feels stretched so thin she can’t give enough anywhere. Most days it’s been about caring for my kids and forgetting about myself.
And today, those two babies walked into school hand in hand.
I came home to a quiet house and just cried. Six years of diapers, naps, sticky lunches, playground trips, and neighborhood walks—and suddenly it’s gone.
For so long I feared becoming this version of me… selfless, giving, changed forever. And yet here I am—and I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.
Now comes the part where I get to figure out who I am all over again.
So if you’re in the thick of it right now—whether you’re a brand new mom, battling postpartum depression/anxiety, or just trying to hold it all together—I see you. I’ve been you. And one day, you’ll be standing in your quiet kitchen, wishing you could go back and do it all over again. ❤️
