raww motherhood

Who am I? A mother. A wife. A daughter. I am also weak, trying to see the hope in the dim lit rooms of my home while my husband is away at work. I am sad, looking upon my daughter’s beautiful face and hoping she doesn’t see the emotions that wreak havoc on my mind. Having a child is supposed to be momentous, it was, but no one warns you of the fourth trimester that will test you to your very core. The fourth trimester isn’t about growing your baby anymore. It’s about growing yourself, how much can I handle, can I push my emotions aside so I can be the mother my child needs. Don’t get me wrong, I love the life I have been blessed with but my thoughts and anxiety try to conquer me. I am writing this blog to hopefully relate to other moms. Motherhood isn’t Instagram or tiktok or perfect pinterest. Motherhood is brutal, it doesn’t lie, it is raw.