Dear New Mama,
Can we talk about the isolation?
You hear about it before babies,
mamas feeling isolated.
Surrounded by people, but feeling so alone.
We do it to ourselves.
No one tells you that part.
Pushing away.
Making excuses.
Pulling away, because no one understands.
Situations are too inconvenient.
I'm an inconvenience.
I'd rather suffer alone than have to explain myself.
I'd rather be friendless than offered well meaning solutions to problems that no one understands.
Can we talk about the identity crisis?
Loving someone more than you could ever express.
How do you explain the pure bliss and unconditional love of being a mother,
all while grieving for the life that has been lost at the same time?
And the growing pains of motherhood.
The new you that bursts out of the old you overnight.
No matter how prepared, it always feels premature.
It always feels like a blouse that doesn't quite fit right.
Will I grow into it? Or am I flawed?
Can we talk about the unconditional love?
The perfect human that I have given life to.
Completely dependent on my body and mind.
How I want this season to be over, and gone.
I want to sleep, I want one god damn second to myself.
Quickly. Time go faster.
No. Slow down. Please slow down.
Can we talk about it all?
You hear about it before babies,
mamas feeling isolated.
Surrounded by people, but feeling so alone.
We do it to ourselves.
No one tells you that part.
Pushing away.
Making excuses.
Pulling away, because no one understands.
Situations are too inconvenient.
I'm an inconvenience.
I'd rather suffer alone than have to explain myself.
I'd rather be friendless than offered well meaning solutions to problems that no one understands.
Can we talk about the identity crisis?
Loving someone more than you could ever express.
How do you explain the pure bliss and unconditional love of being a mother,
all while grieving for the life that has been lost at the same time?
And the growing pains of motherhood.
The new you that bursts out of the old you overnight.
No matter how prepared, it always feels premature.
It always feels like a blouse that doesn't quite fit right.
Will I grow into it? Or am I flawed?
Can we talk about the unconditional love?
The perfect human that I have given life to.
Completely dependent on my body and mind.
How I want this season to be over, and gone.
I want to sleep, I want one god damn second to myself.
Quickly. Time go faster.
No. Slow down. Please slow down.
Can we talk about it all?
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