When I became a mother, I expected to be tired. I expected a bit of the baby blues. I expected the diaper changes, the bottle washing, and long nights blurring into short days. But I didn’t expect loneliness to wrap around me like a second skin. I didn’t expect to cry in the shower, not just from sadness, but from the sheer weight of doing it all… alone. Mothering far from home or without a village is a different kind of hard.No aunties are knocking at your door.No neighbors showing up with hot food.No grandma offering to rock the baby…
