Recently in my stories I talked about being diagnosed with PPD and how I’d initially felt ashamed by the diagnosis. Honestly, I was more frustrated than surprised because I’d been feeling “off” since having Brayden. I spent weeks silently talking to my friends about whether or not I should tell my therapist, wondering what it would mean about myself that I didn’t just bounce back. In the end, I asked for help. I got it. And I got an overwhelming amount of love and support from those closest to me (thanks y’all). Being a mom, wife, and business owner while still working in corporate has been HARD. But I’m grateful for the journey. I’m learning so much about my priorities, being truly present in my life, and *realistic* capacity. I’m re-learning the importance of being my own advocate (even if I have to advocate for me, to me). Ain’t nothing over here figured out LOL, but per usual I’m happy to share a little behind the scenes. Drop a love note for a mama who might need it in the comments. You truly never know what someone is dealing with (and contrary to popular belief, you don’t have to know to give a little grace) 🧡