The dark side of motherhood
Busy. I was always so busy. Working, playing, seeing friends, trying new restaurants, travelling, relaxing. Always visiting friends, always trying to connect. Life was full. Life was colourful and exciting.
There’s an excitement when you announce you’re having a baby. All the congratulations, all the friends that seem so happy for you. Momentum gathers, all the fun to be had with new baby, dreams of catch ups over tea, baby cuddles and cake.
How come loneliness hits so damn hard then? Where are all these cheerleaders? The busy social life so abruptly ends and at the beginning you are so cocooned in your love baby bubble you don’t notice it ... the friends that don’t visit, don’t call, don’t connect. You meet new mama friends and they are amazing to chat with, although conversations are rarely finished, and you miss the comforting presence of people that truly know you. In not knowing how to connect people disconnect. Perhaps it’s an outcome of the pandemic - or perhaps you just turn a corner and move in a new direction that you can’t turn around from. It’s almost as if you are on a train with no stops, and no way of getting off for a while. You have to just hold on, buckle up and keep trucking.