Today I am writing from a very vulnerable and raw place. What I am about to share with you isn't perfectly thought out or even digested yet. It's a work in progress.
Most of the time when I write to you from a personal place, some time has passed between the event that happened and the present time, meaning I had enough time to think about it and formulate some sense out of it.
This post, more than anything, is simply a recognition of how damn hard motherhood can be sometimes.