I saw myself in so much of what ypu wrote. As a single mom who just survived postpartum anxiety while navigating life alone was one of the hardest things I've ever faced. I lost my job during that period, and with it, a part of my identity, my stability, and honestly, my sense of worth for a while.

I didn't accept the changes right away. In fact, I fought them hard. I felt invisible, alone, unsupported, and exhausted tryinh to keep it all together while silently falling apart.

But slowly, I started picking up the pieces, drawing inspiration from my son, seeking help from my family, our church congregation and most especially from God. Since then I began to accept that I wasn't weak for struggling, I was human, and strong for surviving. The love I have for my son was what pulled me through even when I felt I had nothing left to give. And yes, I did eventually accept the changes and started to cope with them, but I had to admit that not with ease and not alone.

So to all moms who are still in the dark place full of questions and uncertainties, you're not broken, you're becoming. Hang in there and know that you're not alone. Sending hugss to all of them, and thanks a lot @ibbtammy for this post, it's like an appreciation for all the moms' struggles and sacrifices that are often seemed invisible to others. It's an awakening post.