How to remember yourself when your body feels like a utility and your name sounds like “Mom.”
No one tells you how strange it feels to not belong to yourself.
Your body becomes a source of nourishment.
Your arms become a cradle.
Your name becomes “Mom” — whispered, shouted, clung to at 2 a.m.
And it’s beautiful.
But it’s also disorienting.
Because somewhere between the swaddles, the burp cloths, and the cluster feeds —
you start to wonder:
Where did I go?
You Are Not Alone in This Thought:
“I miss me.”
Not the old life, not the nights out or flat stomach or morning quiet.
But the you who felt like a whole person.
The one who wasn’t needed every second.
The one who had ideas, desires, goals — beyond survival and sleep schedules.
Here’s What I Need You to Know:
You’re still in there.
Under the milk-stained shirt.
Under the exhaustion.
Under the stretch marks and the silent crying while everyone else is asleep.
You’re not gone.
You’re just becoming.
And yes — it’s messy. It’s sacred. It’s hard to explain.
But this, right now, is womanhood in one of its rawest forms.
Not polished. Not perfect. But deeply powerful.
You Are Allowed to:
- Miss yourself and still love your baby
- Want five minutes alone without guilt
- Say “I need help” and mean it
- Be touched out, burnt out, and still worthy of softness
- Be a mother and a woman who matters in her own right
This Isn’t Just a Phase to Survive — It’s a Threshold to Honor
Motherhood isn’t about disappearing.
It’s about becoming more of you — slowly, quietly, sometimes painfully — until you emerge with a new kind of wholeness.
Not the same as before.
Not better or worse.
But wiser. More rooted. More real.
If You Don’t Recognize Yourself Right Now… That’s Okay
This doesn’t mean you’re lost.
It means you’re being remade.
And when the fog starts to lift, you get to decide:
Who do I want to be now?
What gets to stay?
What no longer fits?
And what kind of life do I want to build from here?
Let’s Build That Life — One Brave Breath at a Time
You’re still a woman.
Even when you’re in mom-mode.
Even when your needs are last on the list.
Even when you can’t remember who you were before this.
You’re still a woman – and you still matter.