There were moments in motherhood when I truly believed something was wrong with me. I couldn’t cope the way I thought I should. The exhaustion. The overwhelm. The tears behind closed doors. I thought, “Why can’t I handle this like everyone else?” But the truth is I was doing my best. And that was always enough. Motherhood doesn’t come with a manual. It comes with love, mess, growth and moments that stretch us beyond what we thought was possible. If you’ve ever felt this way, you’re not alone 🤍