I see every ounce of effort you are pouring into your day. You are doing it. You may not hear it as much, but you are doing great.
I know some days your Postpartum Depression has you feel so heavy that you don’t even want to pull yourself out of bed, and it’s ok to not be able to. I see you, you drag yourself out of bed even though all you want is to sink into your bed forever and never be found.
You may not brush your hair today, or tomorrow, or for a few days. You may wear the same shirt that you wore yesterday. I see you get up and struggle to push through the day because you are mentally exhausted. I know you are probably fighting through the day and it’s hard. All day you feel so helpless, so worthless.
Your Postpartum Depression tells you, “I am a horrible mom,” “I can’t do anything right,” “my kids are so much better without me,” “Why can’t I just be normal?” “why can’t I just do the things I’m supposed to do?”