01/29/2026
If my best friend told me about a day like this…
moving house, body wrecked, b***s sore, 3-month-old needing to be fed every 20 minutes, crying in between packing up boxes…
I would not say:
“You should be coping better.”
“Other mums manage more.”
“You’re messing this up.”
I’d probably make her tea, sit her down and say:
“Of course you cracked.
You’re carrying too much.
You’re still a good mum.
Rest. I’ve got you.”
But when it’s me?
The first instinct is to attack, not to comfort.
Today I’m sitting with this question:
What would change if I was my own best friend on days like this?
If I spoke to myself like the woman I love most in the world.
If I gave myself the same softness I give everyone else.
If I decided I’m worth showing up for, not just for the baby, not just for my partner.
That’s the quiet work I’m doing under all the boxes and tears right now:
learning to be on my own side.
If this hits something in you, tell me in the comments:
👉 What would you say to your best friend if she had the day you just had?
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