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 inside rather than...

There is something deeply disorienting about the way time behaves after you become a mother

Why “getting through the day” isn’t the same as healing.