The Circle of Becoming: Self-Discovery •Becoming • Purpose

When people talk about postpartum, they often stop at depression—or assume it ends after a few months. But I want to speak to the mothers still healing a year, or two, or even three years after giving birth. The ones who don’t quite feel like themselves yet. The ones who wake up each day hoping today is the day they feel whole again.

I’m 23 months postpartum, and I’m still healing. Still becoming.

Why Don’t We Talk About This?

In the Black community, postpartum struggles are often silenced or brushed aside. Many of us were raised to “push through,” to be strong, to show up no matter how we feel inside. There’s a cultural pressure to suffer in silence because vulnerability has rarely been safe for us. We were taught that strength looks like endurance, not honesty.

And on top of that, the media—and even some of our own peers—glamorize the “bounce back.” We’re praised when we look like we’ve never had a baby, when our lives seem perfectly curated, and when we’re back at work, back in the gym, or back in hustle mode just weeks later. But the truth is, that pressure to perform only deepens the shame and isolation for mothers still trying to catch their breath.

The Real Faces of Postpartum

Postpartum isn’t just about depression. It can look like anxiety, rage, disconnection, grief, numbness, or a deep identity shift. And it doesn’t end at six weeks or even six months. It’s a journey—and it deserves compassion, not silence.

How I’m Working Through It

1. I Started Therapy
   One session a month can do wonders. It’s not about being “fixed.” It’s about feeling seen.
2. I Schedule Joy on Purpose
   Whether I feel like it or not, I carve out one week each month for something just for me.
3. Monthly Deep Tissue Massages
   Because my body deserves relief and restoration—not just survival.
4. I Created This Blog
   The Circle of Becoming has become a home for my voice—and a healing place for others to feel less alone.

The Truth: I’m Not “Over It” Yet

Every day is still an uphill journey. Some days I feel like I’m drowning in responsibilities. Other days, I feel like I’m finally coming home to myself. What matters is that I’m still trying. Still becoming.

To every mother still finding her way, still grieving her old life, still learning to love her new body and rhythm: you are not weak. You are becoming—and that takes time, grace, and truth-telling.