Charlotte (has) Baby Brain on Nebula Notebook

I loved every word of this. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember. I've actually tried to remember when I began to write recently, but can't, it's just always been a part of me. I studied journalism at university and wrote as part of my career for years, alongside keeping personal blogs. I had my first son in 2019 and felt like I'd run out of words. When they came back, I couldn't find a comfortable way of expressing them - I suddenly felt like everything I produced was too earnest, I'd lost my 'voice' and I didn't know what my boundaries were in terms of what I was happy to share about my life with a child and what I wasn't happy to share. After my second son was born, I found the inspiration to write again, but still struggled with those boundaries - during that time I did loads of training in things like infant sleep and baby massage, and started running my own classes. Strangely enough, it was though that that I found a passion other than writing, and therefore found my comfort zone - now I write about motherhood and babies generally, with more of an informational tone than I'd ever have done before, and am able to share about my own life within that zone without becoming a 'mummy blogger' (nothing against mummy bloggers, I just have anxiety about over sharing about my kids!) It's been a real journey for me, and I feel like the long, accidental breaks really helped me to get to a place of 'i need to write to be myself, and it's ok if not everyone wants to read it.' I will say though, after the birth of my third (five months ago) my brain turned to mush and the actual act of writing became very difficult. I just couldn't form sentences anymore and kept forgetting the meaning of words. Previously I could sit down for a few hours, write an entire piece, edit it, be happy and finished, and move on. Now it takes me weeks to reach that point, and I'm still not convinced I've done a good enough job. It's always evolving, isn't it? Motherhood, and writing.