A love letter to self-care: It's Maternal Mental Health Week!

It’s Maternal Mental Health week! You can’t see it, but I’m throwing my hands in the air, like I just don’t care.

It’s here, it’s real, and it needs to be talked about.

Did you know 1 in 5 women suffer in silence from some sort of mental health condition postpartum? What’s worse, is that there has been very little outreach and available resources for them to access. This isn’t okay. We should be highlighting the bad days. We should be confident in our abilities in spite of them. We need to be rallying around each other during our lowest lows, and our highest highs. Talking at length about how hard these seasons of our lives can be, just like we would the weather. Bad days do not equal bad moms. It turns out this ’raising tiny humans’ gig isn’t always glamorous. Shocking, I know.

I more or less wanted to kick this week off by simply reminding every single one of you radiant, noble land mermaid mama’s just how vital your presence is in the world. You are a force to be reckoned with; a warrior goddess, a fierce lioness! No one has the power to convince you otherwise, unless you allow it. You can (and do) handle all of the judgey side-eye, passive aggressive comments, and unwarranted parenting advice that life throws at you – while still managing to convince your kids to eat something other than their own boogers. What’s even more, is you’ll wake up to do it all over again tomorrow with the same baller attitude.

I see you, lady. It’s hard to maintain a healthy level of self-care when all of your days start to blend together. It’s even harder to view it as a serious priority. To not beat ourselves up over spilt milk (literally and figuratively.) I know that sometimes you feel like a broken record, playing over the same routine day in and day out. You forget what your life looked like before kids. How you treated yourself as a queen. How taking a hot bath in private wasn’t just a fantasy in a far off land, but common practice.

YOU ARE WORTHY. YOU DESERVE IT ALL. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LOVE YOURSELF. GOOD DAYS AND BAD; MELTDOWNS AND MIC DROPS….MENTAL HEALTH BE DAMNED.

Don’t let the small luxuries become things you lose sight of. A hot bath is not insignificant. You absolutely deserve that fresh cup of coffee. The bold red lipstick that has been sitting in your bathroom, untouched in over a month…I encourage you to put it on while you’re doing the dishes. Nothing that truly makes you happy is off limits. Even if it means you get to run out and get the mail, in silence, without 3 screaming babies following you outside because one of them poked the other in the eye with a Barbie hand. Just do the damn thing.

Don't wait for the breakdowns. Don't stretch yourself too thin. Ask for help. Demand a moment for yourself. The people that love you will not ever question it. Pay attention to your reactions to stress. Know your triggers, use your voice. Speak out and loud - if you are struggling, be a part of the solution to end the stigma. There is no shame in being human.

Yeah, I probably went off the charts a little there. Kind of goes well with the overall theme, if you ask me. Just seriously take a second to think about something that you used to do daily (before kids) that you don’t do anymore. I want you to make it a point to bring it back. Even if it’s just for a week. There are days where I squeeze in 5 minutes towards something I haven’t been able to in a while; and I’m caught off guard by how much better I function overall; when I realize I’m more than “just” a mom. I’m a woman, I’m a SUPER woman. And so are you.

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