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I’ve been there before. In fact, I am almost positive that we have ALL been there before.

Every single day you find yourself deeper and deeper in the trenches of motherhood, trying desperately to claw your way out, but your fingernails just keep scratching away at more and more dirt. The harder you try to dig yourself out, the further in you fall.

Your eyes are dry, with no more tears left to cry.

You feel like you’re standing in a crowded room, screaming at the top of your lungs, and no one can hear you. You’ve raised your voice to your children more than once today and when you see them look into your eyes, not understanding what they’ve done wrong, the guilt eats away at you inside.

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You look around your home and you’re completely baffled at the state that it is in. You’re even more baffled at how you let it get to that state. No matter how hard you try to keep it in some state of order, within seconds, that order goes right out the window.

You feel underappreciated. You hardly ever get a thank you, if you do at all. You feel taken for granted.

You’re exhausted.

You’re run down.

You’re ready to break.

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Each day is just like the day before. Motherhood has run you ragged. It has cut you to your core in every single way possible. There is no such thing as even five minutes of peace for you. Sleep is nonexistent, since you find yourself awake at night, thinking about how you could have done better for your children. You can feel the strain in your marriage growing larger, as even the small things your partner says and does drive you insane.

You know it’s not their fault, but you’re in a season of can’t.

It’s just one thing after another and you’ve gotten to a point where you have convinced yourself that you’re just never going to get over that season.

Well sister, let me tell you something—not only can you make it over that season, but you WILL.

You’re probably asking yourself how I know this, and the answer is simple. I know that you can and will because I know you are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.

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There is literally nothing that you cannot handle, even when you feel like you couldn’t possibly handle anything more thrown at you. No matter what you are doing, it is more than enough. If you still feel like you didn’t do enough, there is always tomorrow.

You are meant to be exactly where you are, even if it may not feel like it, at this moment.  

The power of a mother is nothing to be underestimated.

You are part of the glue that holds your family together. You help keep the foundation strong. The role that you play is one that was made specifically for you.

So while you may be stuck in that trench, trying desperately to claw yourself out, take comfort in the fact that you WILL claw yourself out. No matter how long it takes.

Because while you may be convinced that you’ll be stuck in this season of can’t, trust me—you can.

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Dana Moss

I am a first-time mom who has no clue where I am or what I'm doing 99.9% of the time. I am a horrendous housewife to my husband of four years and would rather have bamboo shoved under my fingernails than load the dishwasher or fold the clothes that have been sitting in the dryer for a week and a half.

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