This is where my thoughts live. my motherhood journey

Not the polished versions.
Not the ones that sound good in public.

The ones that arrive at 2 a.m.
The ones written between school runs and emotional exhaustion.
The ones I almost didn’t publish.

Some of my writings are about postpartum
how it quietly rearranges you.

Some are about motherhood
how loving someone so deeply can make you lose parts of yourself.

Some are about relationships after baby
how intimacy changes, how resentment grows, how silence becomes heavy.

And some are simply reflections.

On healing.
On rebuilding.
On becoming.

I don’t write because I have answers.

I write because I know what it feels like to search for them.

If you see yourself in my words,
that’s the point.

I write about postpartum not as a medical checklist, but as an identity earthquake.

Because no one warns you that after the baby arrives, you won’t just be tired — you’ll be altered.

You’ll look the same to everyone else.
But inside, something fundamental has shifted.

My writings explore that shift.

The quiet grief of missing who you were.
The guilt that follows resentment.
The love so deep it scares you.
The exhaustion that doesn’t feel physical — it feels existential.

Motherhood is not just raising children.
It is surviving transformation.

And transformation is rarely aesthetic.

Postpartum Identity

Who are you after birth?
Who are you when your body feels unfamiliar?
When your emotions feel sharper?
When you are needed every hour of the day?

I write about that version of you.

The one no one applauds.

Relationships After Baby

Love changes after children.

Intimacy shifts.
Conversations shorten.
Resentment grows quietly if it isn’t addressed.

I don’t write to blame.
I write to illuminate.

Because silence is heavier than truth.

Emotional Load & Invisible Labor

The planning.
The remembering.
The anticipating.
The emotional regulation for everyone in the house.

Motherhood carries invisible weight.
And pretending it doesn’t helps no one.

Practical Motherhood

Some days, you don’t want reflection.
You want solutions.

So here, you’ll also find practical posts:
Potty training.
Teething support.
Baby essentials.
Products I genuinely use.

Because survival and softness can coexist.

Why These Motherhood Writings Matter

I write for the woman who feels ungrateful for feeling overwhelmed.

For the mother who whispers:
“I love my children, but I don’t recognize myself.”

You are not broken.

You are in transition.

And transition is uncomfortable before it becomes growth.

This page is not a performance.
It’s documentation.

And truth.

Shami 🤍