Well, here it goes. I need an outlet, a way to verbalize all the fucked up feelings. I’m 4 months postpartum and I can’t seem to get my shit together. It seems so forbidden to talk about, but I’m from the south, where we put our crazy on the front porch and hand them a drink. So, here I am putting my crazy on the front porch.
What lead me here? To this outlet? As I sat in a ball of tears for probably the seven hundred and fifty eight millionth time, my husband said “where did my wife go?” That sentence has resonated with me for the past month. Where had I gone? Can I find “me” again? So, I thought, maybe a blog would be good, maybe I’m not alone in my craziness and maybe I can help another mom find herself and know she’s not alone in this journey.
Life’s tough, better get a helmet…and enjoy this wild ride with me.