Could you tell me a time when you found your voice as a mother?

When my daughter was about four months old, I realised I was struggling - no, drowning. I felt low, irritable and frustrated with myself. I wished away the days and would count down the seconds until my husband came home. As a therapist, I couldn't help but think, "I should be okay", and I remember hating myself for struggling so much. Shame just flooded through my body. Out of desperation, I realised I needed to find my voice as a mother and ask for help, starting with going back to therapy myself. I want to show my daughter it's not the pain that matters, but how we respond to it. No one needs to do it by themselves, especially mothers who are taught to be martyrs. It's time we find our collective voice and share the beautiful challenge that parenthood is more equally.