When the Cloud Rolls In

Dear tired mom,

Today I woke up already tired — not just in my body, but somewhere deeper.

It felt like a cloud was hanging low over me. A quiet storm gathering.

I tried to push through the feeling — cleaning, moving, distracting myself — but somewhere along the way, sadness crept in.

I lashed out, accusing my husband of leaving me alone because I was “mean” or “moody.”

Maybe part of me believed it.

Maybe it was guilt speaking louder than truth.

Maybe it was the part of me that still struggles to ask for space without feeling like I’m abandoning the ones I love.

I realized I was projecting — turning my storm inward and outward at the same time.

The truth was:

I needed space.

I needed grace.

And I didn’t know how to ask for either without feeling like a monster.

After eating something and taking a long, slow shower, my heart softened a little.

The storm didn’t disappear instantly, but it quieted.

Sometimes we expect ourselves to have endless patience, endless energy, endless joy.

But we’re human.

We’re carrying so much.

And sometimes the weight shows up in unexpected ways.

I don’t always know why my mood shifts.

I don’t always have the perfect fix.

But I’m learning to make room for myself too — not just as a mom, a wife, a worker — but as a woman who still needs tending, nurturing, and rest.

Motherhood is beautiful.

Motherhood is messy.

Motherhood is a million small moments where we’re asked to show up — and sometimes, showing up looks like admitting you’re struggling.

If you’re feeling heavy today, it’s okay.

If you need space, take it.

If you can’t find the words, whisper a prayer.

You are not a bad mom for needing time. You are not less. You are real.

You are doing the sacred, unseen work of tending a little soul — and that little soul needs you to tend your own too.

Here’s to breathing through the storm, tired mama.

One breath. One moment. One small mercy at a time.

With love and honesty,

Daquana