I went to a friend’s birthday party, hoping to reconnect, but everyone stared, and my baby cried. My friend quietly walked me out, admitting he didn’t expect me to come. I felt isolated, exhausted, and unseen.
A few days later, I met Lena at the park. She understood the struggles of early motherhood and invited me to a small moms’ group. There, I found support, laughter, and understanding—and slowly began helping other moms, like a young mother named Denise.
Two years later, I launched my own program for new mothers. That painful party, once a rejection, had pushed me toward purpose, community, and rediscovering myself. Motherhood is still messy, but I no longer face it alone.
