My brain is programmed to forget pain. I can’t tell you how painful either of my natural child births were, any piercing, any tattoo, etc… I don’t remember
When your child grows up I swear it hits different as a mom. Dads can’t wait for their sons to get older and play sports, etc. As a mom you see your baby running on the field and think about when they were a baby, snuggling up under you at night 🥺
Functional depression is real. You work, joke around, you show kindness, take care of people around you. But mentally you're drowning in your own thoughts but still smiling and nobody knows it