To the Momma sitting in the dark, tears streaming down your face, you are not alone. Whatever brought you to this place, you are not alone.
Maybe it’s the words someone said or the words you wish you hadn’t.
Maybe it’s another eye roll and door slam by your teen, or another weak momma moment due to your trying toddler.
Maybe it’s the fight with your spouse over the strains of parenthood or the ache over forgetting to bake cookies for your 5th graders class party.
Maybe it’s the anger and impatience inside you that you just couldn’t contain or the frustration of always holding in your truth.
Maybe it’s the heartbreak of sending your first-born to kindergarten or dropping your last off at college.
Maybe it’s wishing you could for once lose the weight, or wishing that you still felt the weight of a baby growing inside you.
Maybe it’s the concern you feel over your child’s mental health, or the fear you carry about the debilitating pain in your own body.