“Is This Normal or Am I Just Losing It?” (Weekly Topic)

Every week, we dive into a different piece of the motherhood puzzle—sometimes heartfelt, sometimes hilarious, always real. This is your space to read, nod along, and then jump into the conversation.

Whether you’ve got a funny story, a vent session, or a “wait… is this normal?” moment, we want to hear it. No judgment, no perfect-mom vibes—just an open thread where you can say the things that usually live in the group chat.

So grab your coffee (or wine), scroll through the week’s topic, and drop your thoughts in the comments. We’re all figuring it out together, and your story might be exactly what another mom needed to hear today.

"The Sundown Scaries: A Real Postpartum Spiral"

We came home from the hospital on July 4th—because nothing says “welcome to motherhood” like fireworks, overstimulation, and three large dogs losing their minds.

I watched my dad help unload our mountain of hospital junk (yes, I took everything—mesh underwear, peri bottles, even the last roll of hospital toilet paper). Then he looked at me and my fiancé and said, “Okay, I’m going to head out now.”

And we just… stood there.

The pure terror in our eyes. Like—wait. You’re just gonna leave? Of course you would, why wouldn’t you? This is our baby. And yet—what do you mean you’re leaving??

Within minutes, I was sitting on the floor crying with my daughter, full meltdown mode. Meanwhile, my fiancé was processing in complete silence, his face saying, "Oh my god, I’m a parent now."

And then the sun went down. That’s when it all unraveled.

I thought crawling into my own bed would feel comforting after the hellscape that is a hospital cot. But nope. My room suddenly felt scary. Foreign. Wrong. It was like my brain hit the “delete all” button—full-on emotional dumpster fire.

I call it the Sundown Scaries—and now I want to know...

👉 Did anyone else experience this weird, visceral panic when night hit? 👉 What was your moment where you stopped and thought: “Is this normal??”

Weird, wild, wonderful—I want to hear it. Comment below, DM me, email me, cry into your phone and voice memo me if that’s easier. Because this is what this journey really looks like. And it’s a hell of a lot less scary when we say it out loud.

You’re not alone. You’re not broken.

You’re just postpartum—and spiraling beautifully.