I think the worst feeling is when you notice someone losing interest in you
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I think the worst feeling is when you notice someone losing interest in you
Post Partum Identity Crisis
Doesn’t that sound dramatic? Post partum identity crisis.
That’s how I felt for the first six months of being a new mom. The contents of my life were throw into a can, shaken up and unceremoniously dumped onto the sidewalk. I did not feel like me.
Things are great now and hindsight is 20/20, so I feel like I’m able to look back through a clear lens and process everything that happened. I’m on the other side now, the bright side, and I’ve never been happier or more fulfilled or joyous in my life. But at the beginning, my world was turned upside down.
It wasn’t about my baby either. He’s healthy and happy and I really enjoy the time I spend with him. I love this kiddo! But when he was first born and the duties were thankless, it was really freaking hard. And when I say hard, I don’t mean hard like before you have a kid. I’ve been told things were going to be hard my whole life. This was not the same. Raising a newborn kicked me flat on my ass and temporarily losing my sense of self was one of the worst parts.
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“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”
— Nicole Krauss
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