Dear Mama,

I see you. I see the way you carry the invisible weight of worry, the endless lists, the quiet moments where you wonder if you’re enough. Every tear you wipe, every minute you’ve held a tiny human, every meal you prepare, and every bedtime story are threads of love woven into your child’s world. Even when you feel exhausted & even when patience runs thin; your presence will always be enough.

Failure is not what happens when laundry piles up or when dinner is pancakes. Failure is not feeling exhausted and hopeless trying to conceive. Failure is not what happens when you need a break, when you cry in the bathroom, or when you whisper “I can’t do this” in tense moments. Those moments are proof of your humanity, not your inadequacy.

You’re in the right place to receive support as you move through your experience.

You’re not alone.

With compassion & solidarity,

Angela (a therapist & Mama)