“I just don’t have time, its fine” In the rush of motherhood, of juggling working from home and my body being in a constant cycle of pregnancy, postpartum, b...

Who told you that you were worthless? Who told you that you were not enough? Who told you that you were no one? "The Enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy -...

When I had my first son in 2010, social media wasn't really a thing - at least, not to the capacity it is now. You would occasionally upload an entire album ...

A few months ago I wondered if I’d ever sleep again - maybe this would be the kid who went off college still not sleeping through the night. And even though ...

By the time I reached those last weeks of my fourth (and probably final) pregnancy, I thought I knew what to expect. But the extra level of deep round ligame...

When the dishes are piled a mile high, and you don't remember the last time there weren't 2 loads of laundry waiting, a forgotten load in the wash and piles ...

Delight in the Lord, and He will grant you the desires of your heart (Psalm 37:4) This verse was given to me on the eve of my wedding day. As I looked back o...

Recovering from PPD wasn't what I envisioned. You imagine the day the fog lifts, and suddenly you're no longer hormonal and angry and irritable and sensitive...

There is something raw about motherhood, especially those early days - for some, those early months and even years. When you deliver your baby, you are raw a...

Am I Enough? Am I enough for these children? Am I patient enough? Am I loving enough? Am I healthy enough? Am I strong enough? Am I Enough? The list goes on....

Postpartum Depression is a season, I tell myself. It's a journey. There's no set time of how long it will be, how long it will take until someone is back to ...

Frazzled hair and dirty dishes, a pail full of diapers and both clean and dirty laundry everywhere. Piles here and piles there. A vacuum untouched in weeks, ...

Guilt. Rooted in shame, postpartum depression is cloaked with a sense of guilt. A sense that what you’re feeling is wrong, that its offensive to be strugglin...

So this is Postpartum Depression. It’s lonely and scary and embarrassing. But most of all, I realized that PPD is cloaked in lies and a shame that convinces ...