They say six weeks

 They say six weeks.

As if that number could ever measure what your body, your mind, and your heart have just gone through.

Because healing isn’t a box you check.
It’s not a finish line you cross.

It’s months of learning how to feel steady again.
It’s years of piecing together your strength, your hormones, your emotions.
It’s an entire lifetime of rediscovering yourself in this new role.

And none of it means you’re failing.
None of it means you’re behind.

It means you’re growing.
It means you’re becoming.
It means you’re finding your way back slowly, beautifully, in your own time.

Take your time, Mama.
The world can wait. 

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