Postpartum and sleepless
The fog, the tears, the ‘this is supposed to be happy’.
Postpartum fog, parent guilt, a child who’s struggling, teenagers who won’t talk, and the pressure to look like you’ve got it together. Say the real version here.
You can be grateful and exhausted at the same time. Both are true.
The fog, the tears, the ‘this is supposed to be happy’.
Working guilt, screen-time guilt, not-enough guilt.
Diagnoses, therapy, schools that don’t understand.
Closed doors, one-word answers, worry you can’t voice.
Other kids, other parents, the family WhatsApp.
Single, separated, or just unsupported.
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