06/05/2025
Lately, these conversations keep slapping me in the face.
It’s everywhere—at work, over coffee, between patients, in texts from friends, in quiet moments with exhausted employees, in hallway chats with moms who feel like they’re falling apart.
It’s like a silent pandemic nobody’s talking about:
The burnout.
The overwhelm.
The loss of identity.
The feeling that no matter how much you do, it never feels like enough.
It doesn’t matter if your kid is 2 or 12, if you work full time or stay home, if your house is full of toddlers or teenagers—this is hitting all of us.
And I keep asking myself... what is happening?
How did we get here, and why does no one seem to have the words for it?
But maybe we don’t need new words. Maybe we just need to say what’s already true:
Being a mom is really, really hard.
I wrote something from the heart about the overwhelm, the identity loss, the invisible weight so many moms are carrying—especially those navigating therapy schedules, appointments, and milestones that don’t look like everyone else’s.
If you’re a mom feeling stretched too thin, I hope this gives you a little breath. You’re not alone.
Tell me—what’s been the hardest part for you lately? The thing you feel like no one sees, or maybe no one talks about. I’d love to hear it. No judgment here!
There’s this thing that happens in motherhood that no one warns you about. One day, in the middle of the carpool lane or folding a pile of laundry at 10 PM, you realize you’ve become someone you barely recognize.You used to be someone with margin. With space to think and dream. Someone who wasn....
