🤍 Awareness begins with honesty,
with softness. This isn’t about darkness,
but about the courage it takes to live with it.
I’m part of this story.
You can’t see pain. But you can choose to be gentle.
#mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealth #depression #anxiety #takeyourpainandmakeitart #safespaceofart
Little me.
Soft cheeks, curious eyes,
hands reaching for a world
that felt so big, so endless
a girl who didn’t know yet
how many lives she would live
inside one lifetime.
Ten years ago, I was eighteen.
All feeling, all fire,
believing every moment was everything
like nothing would ever be bigger,
louder, or more real
than what I felt back then.
And I remember it.
All of it.
But life…
life had other ways of unfolding.
It softened me.
It stretched me.
It broke me.
It changed me in the quietest, deepest places
the kind you don’t even notice
until one day you realize
you’ve become someone new.
Now I’m here.
A mother. 🤍
Holding a kind of love
that eighteen-year-old me
could have never imagined.
A love that is steady, overwhelming,
tiring, beautiful…
a love and home that rewrites you.
Postpartum feels like a world of its own.
A quiet in-between.
Sometimes isolating,
sometimes heavy,
sometimes so full
it almost hurts.
And yet
This birthday felt different.
I felt you all.
Every message,
every word,
every thought sent my way.
Thank you. ❤️
To my loved ones,
to everyone who remembered me,
who reached me even in this quiet season
you made this day feel warm,
real,
held.
Twenty eight.
Not who I used to be,
but still carrying her
the little girl,
the eighteen-year-old,
every version of me that led me here.
And somehow,
through all the change,
this feels like the truest version yet.
Three months of you.
Three months of learning a love that feels both ancient and entirely new. Of nights that blurred into mornings, of quiet tears and overwhelming joy existing in the same breath. No one truly prepares you for this…for how hard it can be, how deeply it can stretch you, and how beautifully it can remake you.
Motherhood is not just soft light and gentle moments, it is strength in its rawest form. It is showing up when you feel empty, holding space when your body is tired, and loving with a depth you didn’t know your heart could carry. We, as women, hold worlds within us, we create, we nurture, we endure.🤍
I find myself wondering if I’m ready for how quickly time is moving. I want to hold onto every second, even the hardest ones, because they are already becoming memories. It is messy, it is overwhelming, it is exhausting and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever known.
Three months of you, and a lifetime of loving you ahead.
captured by the talented and beautiful soul 🤍 @isabell_kessler
Had to post these right away. Couldn’t keep them to myself.
Watching you step into motherhood feels like witnessing something really real. Everything seems slower, more intentional, but also heavier in ways people don’t always talk about. the quiet love is there, but so are the long nights, the doubt, the figuring it out as you go. and somehow, you’re holding all of it at once.
so real and intimate. shot on film, because of that soft, timeless feeling.
so proud of you @kassiaschaefer ♡ more soon <333
There’s a version of life that only exists in the „in-between.“ When you know everything is changing, but nothing has fully changed yet.
I was two months pregnant already a mother, but not yet living that life.
This moment will never exist again.
The coffee has gone cold. And sleep only comes in dreams. Everyone looks around, but nothing seems unusual. Yet since this morning you’ve already lived a whole world, without even having time to wash your face. Offer competitions like these to any Olympic athlete …but only fairly, with no training and no doping, and most importantly, a routine. Just when she finally falls asleep, you feel like lying down too, but she drinks the coffee she made this morning and keeps up with life. Your body frightens you. You give it the very last of your strength. But let your doubts and fears sink in this thought: you have become a million times more beautiful with our little baby in your arms. And those tiny hands are not handcuffs, even if your exhaustion sometimes feels just as strong. Just remember, even with all the mistakes, you are the best and you are doing the hardest job on earth. 💛
