Like most mothers, I spent months preparing for birth — folding tiny clothes, buying equipment, checking off lists. I knew my life would change. But no one prepared me for the emotional contradictions that came the moment I gave birth.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a flood of advice — some helpful, some completely contradictory. I was exhausted. My baby arrived four weeks early. I was scared. And everything I thought I was ready for… felt suddenly huge and uncertain.
I remember it like it was yesterday:
Holding my newborn in my arms, still in the hospital, barely able to keep my eyes open — and feeling a debilitating wave of fear.
A massive, physical weight of responsibility landed on me.
I remember thinking:
Will I be a good mother? Will I mess this up? Will I damage my child for life?
And then, I started fainting. No warning, no explanation.
The doctors ran all the tests. Everything came back normal.
They had no answer for what was “wrong.”
But deep down, I sensed it wasn’t physical. It was the emotional overload — the weight of trying to “do everything right” for this new life I was now responsible for.
🌿 The Sacred Weight of Motherhood
At some point in those early days, I realized:
I am the mother now. This is my responsibility. Nobody else can decide for me.
People can advise. But ultimately, it’s me — and my partner — who has to choose. Every day. Every decision.
What helped me in that moment was journaling. Letting everything pour out onto the page. Then sharing my fears with my therapist.
She reminded me:
Even the darkest, most frightening thoughts are common.
You’re not broken. You’re just feeling everything deeply.
I wasn’t diagnosed with postpartum depression — I could function and care for my child — but I was standing on emotional quicksand. And somehow, I began to learn.
🛠️ Learning Motherhood, One Hour at a Time
Hour by hour, day by day, I began learning how to be a mother.
And honestly — I’m still learning. I believe I always will be.
In the beginning, I turned to what I knew: psychotherapy.
Talking with a trusted professional.
Reading books that resonated.
Surrounding myself with knowledge that felt safe and right.
Over time, I slowly built confidence. I added tools.
I changed my diet. I trained in Rapid Transformational Therapy.
And eventually — I discovered energy healing. That was the final piece that closed the circle.
It felt like everything I had been learning and healing finally clicked into place.
💛 If You’re a Mother (or a Primary Caregiver)…
Please know: you are not alone.
There is always someone who can hold space for you.
I pray the right person finds their way into your path.
This is the hardest job many of us will ever do — and we are rarely prepared for the depth, the emotional roller coaster, or the sacredness of this journey.
Recently, I found my old journal from the hospital.
I read my own words from those early hours of motherhood.
I felt the fear again — but also a sense of love and awe.
I sent my younger self a silent hug, some strength, and compassion.
She had no idea how far we’d come.
🌸 Take 3 Minutes Today (Yes, You Can)
Pause. Just for a moment.
Reflect — even for 3 minutes — on how far you’ve come.
Since yesterday. Since last week. Since last year.
You’re doing more than you know.
And the fact that you’re even reading this?
It tells me one thing:
You care. You’re trying. And that is more than enough.
You’ve got this.