Where Canadian Moms Come to Survive Motherhood

The first time I called 911 was when I truly understood the heartbreak of being Avery’s mom. 

Clothes on the floor, hair in the drain, open-mouth chewing, dishes in the sink - these are just a few of the dozens of pet peeves I’ve heard as a therapist.

Women are weighed down by an absurd expectation that after we have kids, our personalities and sexualities go out the window. 

I am sick of the perception that my child is some kind of anchor around my neck, dragging me to the depths of dating oblivion.

I spent years feeling like I had some fatal flaw.

Intellectually, I know it is time to start letting go, but every instinct I have is to hold on. Is there a way to do both simultaneously?  

I was thrust into motherhood believing my instinct would kick in. Instead, being a mom threw me into an earth-shattering identity crisis.