Some days, I don’t wake up feeling like a warrior. I wake up already tired, already doubting myself, already wishing I could crawl back under the covers and hit pause on life. I start the day wondering if I’ll ever feel “caught up” or if this is just what it means to be human – constantly balancing between what I want for myself and what the world needs from me. Life doesn’t separate struggle from strength. It hands us both at once, tangled together, and we’re left to sort through the mess. For a long time, I believed that strength meant being unshakable, never doubting, never faltering. But what I’ve…

I never expected to lose myself in motherhood. When I imagined having a baby, I pictured the soft newborn snuggles, the sweet scent of baby skin, and the overwhelming love that everyone talks about. And while those moments did come, they were often drowned out by something heavier – something I wasn’t prepared for. Postpartum depression crept in quietly at first. A wave of exhaustion, a deep sadness I couldn’t explain, and a feeling that I was somehow failing at a job I had barely started. I thought I was just tired. I thought it would pass. But soon, the exhaustion turned into numbness. The sadness became an anchor pulling…