Mothering in a Broken System

I Didn’t “Lose Myself” in Motherhood. I Was Devoured by It.

Somewhere between the 4 a.m. pumping sessions, the sticky floors, and the screaming that made my skin crawl, I had a realization:
I wasn’t just tired.
I was angry.

Not at my kids… not really.
I was angry at everything else.

At the pediatrician who brushed off my concerns.
At the lactation consultant who shrugged at my latching pain and under supply.
At the psychiatrist who, even though I was sobbing in front of him, told me my postpartum depression was “baby blues” and sent me away without a second thought.
At the parenting books written by men who never once scrubbed off poop wall “art”.
At the lack of a “village” I was once promised.
At the Instagram experts who make it all look easy… with a nanny behind the camera.
At the constant baby item recall alerts for choking hazards, dangerous ingredients, carcinogens, lead contamination, etc etc etc.
At the fact that no one talks about what happens after the baby arrives, like postpartum is just a footnote, not survival.
At the fact that I was expected to heal, feed, and function, all on two hours of sleep.

I kept thinking if I could just do more – breathe deeper, yell less, meal prep better, buy the right planner, take the right supplement, maybe I’d FINALLY feel like I had a grip on things.

But here’s the truth:

Mothers aren’t failing.
We’re being set up to fail.

We’re mothering inside a system that praises self-sacrifice but offers zero real support.

That says “breast is best,” then shames us for breastfeeding or pumping in public.
That pushes gentle parenting but doesn’t give us the tools for kids with big feelings, big needs, or neurodivergence.
That tells us to be mindful of what we’re feeding our kids, but the second we start questioning ingredients or fall down the rabbit hole of toxins, it judges us for choosing a lowtox or “crunchy” lifestyle.
That tells us to blatantly ignore our instincts and just blindly trust the doctors.
That gaslights us when we say, “I’m not okay.”

So no, I’m not here to sugarcoat anything.

This blog is for the moms who:

• Feel rage and guilt in the same breath
• Question every label but still trust their gut
• Have tried crunchy, mainstream, and everything in between, and are now carving their own path.
• Are raising little humans with big needs while quietly healing their own wounds
  

If that’s you?
Welcome. You’re not broken. You’re just mothering in a broken system.

And this space is where we stop pretending it’s fine.

I’ll be sharing the raw, the real, and what’s actually helped us survive.
The low tox living, the full blown crunchy phases, and the McDonald’s runs.
The sunshine, the spilled milk mess, the meltdowns and everything in between.
No filters. No fluff. No bullshit.

Stick around and witness this chaos – share your chaos with me, too. 🫶🏻

Stay Groovy,
Kirsta