
I'm here to help light up the darkness, inspire, and help other mums feel seen and less alone through my musings on life, motherhood, and mental health, intertwined with my faith and grief. This is a space for REAL motherhood - the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Here, I promise to be open, vulnerable, and honest.
Here, you are seen, and you are heard.
This season is supposed to be filled with peace, joy, and hope, but I know the reality is that for many of us, this may not be the case.
There are moments in life when something you once dreamt of in the quiet recesses of your mind actually happens. Often, these moments don’t arrive loudly or dramatically, but they tend to creep up slowly, gently, And then suddenly, all at once, they manifest in a way that takes your breath away. My book launch was one of those moments.
There is no scale or measure that can ever quantify the depth of pain a mother feels when she loses her child, no matter how long she carried, knew, or held them. And yet the sad truth is that in this world, and even within the grief community, there is often an unspoken comparison when it comes to mothers: Is it harder to lose a baby in pregnancy or after birth? Does the time we have together determine the depth of the loss and therefore the amount of pain we feel?
The other week, I posted about "Finding Your Village", but then I realised, there was another side to that coin that I needed to talk about – an uglier side. Motherhood changes a lot, but nobody really warns you that motherhood can also change your friendships, and in some cases, you can even lose them.

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