“I Cried Last Night As I Asked My Husband If He Was Tired Of Me.”
I cried last night as I asked my husband if he was tired of me. Because I’m tired of me some days. Pregnancy and birth are hard. Raising babies is hard. But I think the hardest is losing yourself. After each babe, postpartum has gotten worse.
I don’t know if it’s being in the trenches of raising multiple children, taking care of a home, working while trying to juggle all of these, or just the pressures of being a mom in todays world.
But some days you look around and it hits you that you have no clue who you are outside of those things. That life is flying by, and you feel lost in the middle of it. Some days you get a glimpse of your old carefree self. Other days you’re navigating the high emotions, the doubt, and the wondering when you will feel like yourself again.
Post partum depression is hard. Losing yourself and having to figure out the new you is hard. Every day I’m thankful for the Grace of God. Every day I’m thankful for the man standing beside me encouraging me to tread the water and slowly get back to myself. ❤️