05/26/2026
Dear Me,
I know you don’t even recognize yourself some days.
You are exhausted in a way words cannot fully explain. Your body is healing while your heart is carrying the weight of being everything to everyone. You are trying to be a good mom, a good wife, a good friend, a leader, a daughter, a woman with dreams and purpose… all while surviving on broken sleep and running on fumes.
And yet, somehow, you still keep showing up.
I need you to know something:
You are not failing because this feels hard.
This season is beautiful, but it is also heavy. Two things can exist at once. You can be deeply grateful for your babies and still mourn the version of yourself that once felt rested, confident, carefree, and fully “you.” That does not make you weak. It makes you human.
Your worth is not measured by how productive you are right now.
Not by how clean the house is.
Not by how quickly you answer messages.
Not by whether you have it all together.
Your babies do not need a perfect mother.
They need you.
Your presence.
Your warmth.
Your voice.
Your love.
And despite the doubts that creep in at night, despite the tears, the overstimulation, the mental load, the moments where you wonder if you’re enough… you are already the mother they need.
One day, this fog will lift.
You will sleep again.
You will feel like yourself again.
You will look back and realize that even in the moments you felt like you were barely holding it together, you were building a childhood filled with love and safety.
Please give yourself the same compassion you so freely give everyone else.
Rest when you can.
Ask for help when you need it.
Cry when you need to cry.
Laugh when you can.
And stop apologizing for being overwhelmed by a season that is, in truth, overwhelming.
You are doing better than you think.
And even here — in the mess, the stretching, the rebuilding, the exhaustion — there is still beauty in who you are becoming.
With grace and love,
You