I have always thought of this little blog as not just a place to share pictures of the little with family and friends but to have an outlet. An outlet for thoughts, like a super public diary.
I like to write. Writing is part of my job. If I have something on my chest, I write. It is my outlet. So... here I write...
Last year was a hard year. Not hard in the fact of hurdles or huge life-changing events, but hard in the fact that I think I had to find myself again. The whole birth thing did a number on me. I just felt off. I felt stressed, overwhelmed and an overall emotional wreck. One second I would be a hormonal crazy woman wanting to scream at the top of my lungs and then I would just burst into tears.
I know they say women go through lots of changes after childbirth but I think the emotional part is something we don't talk about. We don't say you know what, your world has been rocked. Your body will never look the same, you may never have "me" time again... your life is just different now. We as women don't talk about it. We think admitting something is wrong is a fault; like we failed.
This post is not asking for a response. It was really for me to finally acknowledge I can be me and that is a-okay.