You don’t have to be desperate to ask for help. You can be mildly aware of that internal voice - the one that says, “I’m on the brink here… I’m in the realm of not ok” - and that is enough, mama. It’s enough to warrant asking. It might go against familiar narratives of your story telling you to just do it on your own. But. It’s enough. It. Is. Enough. Say it as a mantra, mama.

Your nervous system governs your stress response—think fight, flight, freeze. A reset doesn’t mean you flip a switch and become zen. It’s more like slowly loosening a rubber band that’s been stretched too tightly for too long. You’re offering your body micro-moments of safety, presence, and relief.

Maybe this blog isn’t about being the expert, the healed one, the always-joyful voice. Maybe it’s about being a fellow traveler. A hand reaching across the mess. A voice saying, “Me too.”

Becoming a mother is one of the most beautiful, disorienting, overwhelming, and powerful transformations a person can experience. It cracks us open in ways we don’t always expect — in ways that books don’t quite prepare us for.