I felt like I couldn't do it today

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The Hardest Part Was Just Getting Up

This morning wasn’t soft or slow.
It was heavy.

Not because of my son.
Not because of a meltdown or a diaper disaster.
But because of me.

Some mornings, the hardest part isn’t the tantrums or the to-do list — it’s simply getting out of bed when your heart and mind are heavy.

And today was one of those days.

 When Mental Health Creeps In...

It’s hard to explain the weight unless you’ve felt it — the kind that makes your chest feel tight and your energy nonexistent before your feet even hit the floor.

It’s not about laziness.
It’s not even about exhaustion.
It’s about fighting a battle in your mind while still being expected to show up as “Mom.”

Last night Xander left his bed and snuck into mine a couple of times throughout the night, and even just that felt like "too much". One minute he was curled up next to me, and the next I was walking him back to his room — again.

Up. Down. Back and forth.

By the time morning came, I wasn’t just tired…
I felt drained.

I don’t think people realize how much strength it takes to battle mental health and still be a mom.
To be someone’s everything when you feel like you have nothing left.

The truth is: I didn’t want to get up today.
I didn’t want to talk, move, or “do the day.”

I just wanted a break — one I knew I wasn’t going to get.

You’re still the snack-getter, the boo-boo kisser, the cartoon negotiator, the everything.

Even when you feel like nothing.

✨ But I Got Up Anyway

It took me longer than usual.
I laid there and stared at the ceiling for a bit.
I cried a little.
I gave myself grace.
Then I sat up. Brushed my teeth. Got my son dressed. And kept moving.

Sometimes that’s all you can do.
Just keep moving.

Not because you feel okay.
But because you’ve learned how to push through the waves — even if you’re still in the middle of one. We aren't really drowning as much as we think we are. It may feel like it, but our head is still above water.  

What I’m Reminding Myself Today:

  • It’s okay if the morning didn’t feel "normal".

  • It’s okay if my smile felt a little forced.

  • It’s okay if I needed a cry before a cup of coffee.

Showing up still counts — even if you didn’t show up smiling. You did it for yourself and your kid(s). As cliché as this may sound, you really do need to take it one day at a time.

🫶🏽 For the Mama Who's Struggling

If you’re fighting through your own mental health battle and still managing to care for a tiny human, you’re doing more than enough.

Even if no one sees it.
Even if no one thanks you.
Even if you feel invisible.

I see you.
I am you.

And if all you did today was get up and try — that’s a win. A big one.

With softness, strength, and grace,
Anjelize
The Life of Curls and Chaos

💬 What helps you get through heavy days?

Comment below — let’s be each other’s safe space.

Comments

  1. Belle7 July 2025 at 11:44

    I can totally relate with the mental health part but as you stated we get up and push ourselves to do what we need to do. Some days arent easy but we learn to manage it a little better every day.

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