I’m not saying I’m unhappy. I’m generally happy because I have my child and I’m grateful for the chance to take good care of her. All I’m saying is, I’m frustrated and sad and anxious… and a little bit hurt… and a little but angry. I know life isn’t supposed to be fair. And, in the case of motherhood, I assume it will never be fair. But I just want to take a moment to acknowledge these feelings. I just want to acknowledge how people can still inflict pain towards me no matter how hard I try to put up my walls. There will always be a peephole where their toxicity can get through and that is when I know… nothing is perfect. And I guess I just needed to acknowledge this before I can move forward and move on.
- Post published:July 28, 2018
Tags: postpartum months