I see you.

I see the messy kitchen, the unmade bed, the piles of laundry.

I hear you.

I hear the worry that you’re not a good mom, the doubt that you’ll never feel like yourself again, the nagging suspicion that you can’t do this.

I feel you.

I feel the exhaustion in every muscle of your body, the weight of worry on your shoulders, the complete burnout that surrounds you.

It's not your fault.

You are not alone.

I can help you through the stage of Mamahood.

Let me show you some light. Let me slowly, gently guide you towards better days.

We'll get there, one step at a time.