"Mommy's Not Okay": A Brief Essay on Motherhood and Mental Health
- Gogo uMkhanyakude
- Oct 8, 2016
- 1 min read

Stuck.
That's how I feel
Like a baby being born
but too big for the birth canal
Half in
Half out
Sunrise to sunset
Life is grand
The sun shines
The birds sing
The air is sweet
Love is real
Then
Like someone flipped a switch
Evening comes
And the facade is removed
The truth is revealed
I am an anomaly
A variable in an equation
Can't solve for "X"
The worst part of this
Is the isolation
The uncertainty
Not being able to trust
My
Own
Mind.
Held prisoner by an invisible jailor
Part-time mother
Full-time patient
Wanting to live my life in the open
But I gotta keep it in the closet
Where is the sun?
Can't hear the birds
Do they even sing at night?
Alone.
Stranded.
Hungry.
Stuck.
I think I bit off more than I can chew.
You deserve more than than my half-chewed truth
But right now
It's the only truth I got
Maybe if we chew it slow
We'll survive this drought.
Because the whole truth is
Right now
You're all I got
Your face keeps me topside
Your life gives me life
I look at you
The fruit of my womb
And I want to try again
to be unstuck.
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