Don't look only at the picture...

I was fifteen when I got married. I was still a young girl, dreaming of simple things, living an ordinary life like many girls my age. I didn't know that marriage would quickly pull me into a responsibility far bigger than I had imagined. Not long after my wedding, I became a mother. I remember those days clearly. I was happy with my child — I loved him deeply — but at the same time I was afraid. I would look at him and think: What do I do now? How do I know what he needs? When he cried, I felt lost. When he got...read more

I got married at twenty-nine. It was an ordinary marriage, and my married life began like many women's — simple dreams, a new home, and one wish I thought would come true in its time. To become a mother. At first, I wasn't worried. Time passed, and I told myself it just needed a little more time, that a child would come when the moment was right. But months became years. And the questions multiplied. "When will you become a mother?" "What are you waiting for?" "Is there a problem?" At first I would smile and let...read more

I got married naturally, and my married life began as I had hoped. After a while, God blessed me with my first child, and my experience with him was calm and normal. I was happy, I felt I knew how to care for him, and I never felt that motherhood had turned me into someone I didn't recognize. Then I became pregnant with my second child. At first, I was very happy, and I didn't expect this experience would change my relationship with myself this much. After birth, my body began to change. My features changed, my...read more

I am a mother of four children. Our life was simple and ordinary. We weren't poor, and we didn't live a luxurious life. We had enough, and I was content with my life on many days. I didn't work outside the home, and my main role was caring for my children and my house. But raising four children is not easy. My day started early and ended late. Between preparing food, cleaning the house, doing laundry, watching the children, feeding them, helping them, and trying to find time for myself… I would reach the end of...read more

I run a small business making and decorating chocolate. My work was an important part of my life — I loved what I did and felt proud when something I made by hand became a beautiful piece that reached people. After my first birth, I went through a period of postpartum depression. It wasn't easy, but it was lighter, and with time I was able to move through it and return to my life. But after my second birth, everything was different. This time it wasn't just tiredness or passing mood swings. It was severe...read more