@beaconpostpartum: I was struggling with postpartum depression and at 3:27am, four moms I’d never met sent me hugs. One from South Africa. One from Indiana. One from Virginia. And I just sat there staring at my phone crying. 😭❤️ Because how is it possible that complete strangers on the other side of the world can make you feel more understood than people you’ve known your entire life? Postpartum depression is such a weird, awful thing. Especially when you have a baby you love more than anything. Because everyone expects you to be happy. And sometimes you ARE happy. You look at your baby and your heart could literally explode. Then 20 minutes later you’re sitting on the bathroom floor crying and you don’t even know why. Like WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME. 🫠 And the guilt??? Oh my god. The guilt of feeling sad when you have everything you wanted. The guilt of not enjoying every second. The guilt of watching other moms post their cute little morning routines while you consider brushing your teeth a major accomplishment. And don’t even get me started on people asking, “Are you enjoying motherhood?” WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT. 😂😭 Do you want the real answer or the socially acceptable one? Because the real answer is that I love my baby so much it physically hurts, but some days I feel like a completely different person and I don’t know how to find myself again. And that is a really hard thing to say out loud. Especially when everyone around you seems to think you should be having the time of your life. I remember the nights being the worst. The house would get quiet. Everyone would go to sleep. And suddenly there was nothing distracting me from how I felt. Just me, the baby, and my brain. Which, respectfully, was NOT a fun place to be at 3am. 😭 Then I found this little map showing other moms who were awake. And there were yellow dots everywhere. Each one another mom. Maybe feeding. Maybe pumping. Maybe rocking a baby who had been awake for three hours. Maybe just sitting there feeling exactly how I felt. And then those hugs came in. Four women I didn’t know. Four women who had absolutely no idea what kind of day I’d had. And for some reason, that tiny little gesture made me feel less invisible. Not better. Not magically happy. Just less alone. And honestly, when you’re struggling with postpartum depression, that can mean a LOT. ❤️ Because sometimes you don’t want advice. You don’t want another person telling you to get outside, drink water, or try to enjoy this season. I KNOW FRESH AIR EXISTS, SUSAN. 😭😂 You want someone to acknowledge that this is really freaking hard. That you can love your baby and still feel sad. That you can be grateful and still struggle. That becoming a mom can be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever experienced AND make you feel like you’ve completely lost yourself. And you deserve actual help with those feelings, too. A hug from another mom isn’t treatment for postpartum depression. Talking to my doctor and getting support matters. But connection matters too. Because when you’re in that dark place, isolation can make everything feel so much heavier. And sometimes just knowing another mom is awake, somewhere in the world, can make the next hour feel a little less impossible. So if you’re struggling right now, please don’t feel like you have to hide it. Tell someone. Your partner. Your friend. Your doctor. Another mom. You don’t have to wait until things get unbearable to ask for help. And you definitely don’t have to pretend you’re loving every second just because you love your baby. Those are two completely different things. 💗 To the four moms who sent those little hearts at 3:27am… You probably thought you were doing something tiny. But you reminded another mom that somebody was out there. And sometimes, at 3am, that means more than you could ever know. 🥹💛 #mom #baby #MomsofTikTok #momlife #newborn

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