There are parts of motherhood that no one warns you about

🧠 How PPD and Counseling Made Me a New Woman

— A Twin Momma’s Honest Journey

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Yes, they tell you about the diapers. The sleepless nights. The magic moments that melt your heart.
But no one tells you what it feels like when you stare at your babies and feel… nothing.

Or worse — guilt for not feeling everything you thought you would.

I didn’t know that Postpartum Depression (PPD) could creep in like a shadow, even while the sun was shining and my babies were giggling. I didn’t expect to feel hollow while holding so much joy. I didn’t know that the love I had for my twins could coexist with the overwhelming exhaustion, disconnection, and silent grief I carried for the “me” I lost.

But it happened.
And for a long time, I carried it alone.

Counseling saved me.

There’s something terrifying about asking for help as a mother.
We’re taught to be strong. To hold it together.
Especially when you’re raising two at once.

But strength, I learned, isn’t about doing it alone.
It’s about knowing when to reach out —…