In Brave Talks, Episode 6, I have a radically honest conversation with Sara Agah Franti (@saraagahfranti) and Marti Nikko (@martinikko) about navigating new motherhood and our career loves. We discuss breaking out of cultural conditioning, postpartum depression, messy marriages, extreme loneliness, community, and family accountability to support new mamas, and finding self-compassion. Both Marti and Sara share some of the bravest stories I’ve heard about new motherhood. I am forever grateful to know their truths, and I’m a better woman and mother for it.
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My courageous friend Sara Agah Franti from Brave Talks Ep. 06 (P. 1): “Motherhood. I Think I Just Ruined My Life.” shares her inspiration and wisdom:
Being a mother was always something I wanted for myself. With the realities of motherhood came shock and awe (mostly shock). My experience was that we spent so much time speaking to the cute clothes and nursery decor, that I never heard about the real challenges of motherhood; loneliness, marriage, self-doubt, and my career.
As a culture, our communities support us when we thrive, but fail to show up when we face challenges like new motherhood. Becoming a mother has humbled me and allowed me to realize how important it truly is to support the women in my life, especially as they transition into becoming a mother.
We all have our journeys that include the ebbs and flows of life. No one’s motherhood journey will be easy, so if I can help someone feel supported through their ebbs and flows, that makes me happy.
Thanks for listening to my episode of Brave Talks with my friend, Marti Nikko and Emily. Marti will be taking over the newsletter next week! Until then…
Do it for the love,
Sara Agah Franti
Marti Nikko, from Brave Talks, Ep. 06, Part II: “Motherhood. I Think I Just Ruined My Life,” shares a brave story about postpartum depression: When I was 23 months postpartum, I experienced severe sleep deprivation and prolonged PPD. To top it off, I was still very anemic. My doctor was worried and gave me some steps that I needed to take in order to be healthy and feel whole again, that worked overtime.
Now that I am on the other side, I realize that many people, mothers included, place the full burden of recovery and presence on the mother. We expect that mothers should just have the strength to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and carry on. But I was already doing that. That’s how I got out of bed every morning. And I was still depressed.
Mothers are seen as strong and capable, and we are. In that same breath, motherhood can bring you to your knees. It would be nice if our family, friends, and community members would understand and empathize with that part. Not just give us the “tools” to recover, but actually extend a compassionate hand so that mothers can stand back up with grace. Mothers need this. We can definitely do better. I got better with the help of my own mother, sisters, and friends, old and new, who paused longer than a moment to truly see me. For them, I am so grateful.
May we remain awake to truth,