Momrage Anonymous

Not sure what this is becoming.
But I needed a space for the real stuff I’ve been holding in.
The rage, the guilt, the love, the collapse, the tiny resurrections.
I’ll be writing here sometimes.
And maybe, eventually, it won’t just be me.

—Me

A Note Before You Read

I know this is not everyone’s experience of pregnancy or early motherhood—
and honestly, I’m glad this might not be your reality.

But this has been mine.

So if you don’t relate, please be gentle. This page isn’t for debating or fixing me.
It’s a place to help me survive. To name what’s real. To release what I’ve carried.

If anything I write helps just one other mother—or even someone planning to become one—then maybe they’ll feel a little less blindsided.
Or a little more free to say the truth before it breaks them.

These are the things I wish we could say out loud without guilt.
Without someone rushing in to say “you’re going to miss this one day.”

I’m not a machine. I’m not ungrateful.
I’m just human. And I needed a place to be that.