Identity

There is a sentence people love to say to mothers. It goes so fast. It is usually offered with a smile. Sometimes with nostalgia. Often with good intentions. But for many mothers, especially in the early months or years, that phrase does not land as comfort. It lands like a punch to the chest. Because when you are overwhelmed, exhausted, grieving, or just trying to survive, time does not feel fast. It feels heavy. It feels endless. It feels like something you are trapped insi

In the fog of motherhood, many of us have looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. This month’s story is for her. For the parts of us that feel haunted, lost, or hidden. You are not alone in that reflection.