motherhood took my brain

MIA: my ability to speak intelligently about literally anything

Last week’s memoir got me lots of DMs and texts from y’all saying mostly things like “girl same,” which is really awesome for my ego honestly, but also in general awesome because it’s so validating and really cool to connect with people about how much all of this sucks. The suckiest part about thinking something sucks is thinking you’re the only one who thinks it sucks, and then where that thought can take you. If you have anxiety like me, the thought can take you to very dark places where there is big signage in shouty capitals that says shit like “you are bad at being a mother, that’s why it sucks for you and no one else.” If it’s NOT just you, that can be the thought that saves you from the pit of despair. Or else we’re all bad at being mothers, either way, we’re not alone! Hurrah!

so now what

I had started writing more on the topic of motherhood being not great, and started also having a really interesting conversation re the Betty Draper of it all with a friend but - irony! - a wee…