In this space I have occasionally alluded to my experience of Everly’s
birth, my postnatal depression and struggles in becoming a mother, but I have never quite found the right time to share my story in detail.
When Josie asked me to contribute a piece for her regular series Mothers on Motherhood, all of a sudden the words came pouring out. I
would wake suddenly in the middle of the night with phrases swimming in my
head. In fear they would be lost with slumber, I would pull
myself out of bed at 3am, quietly pad through the silent house to the computer and I would sit and type. It was cathartic; an emotional purging.
I admit, I am a little nervous sharing
this. It’s raw. But it’s the truth. There’s so much more I can still write –
about perfectionism, about (lack of) control, about struggling to combine creativity and
motherhood. I hope to write more of my thoughts on self and motherhood in the
future. For now, all I can hope is what I’ve shared today helps
someone who was, or still is, struggling. Please know you’re not alone.
