I’m a Mother Just Like You

I’m a mother, just like you.

Running, coaxing, soothing, organizing.

Cleaning, driving, washing, buying.

Managing a home.

Caring for my family.

Running a business.

Conceiving, carrying, birthing, recovering.

Life, a constant whirlwind of joys, demands, emotions, and hormones.

Sometimes steady, sometimes overwhelming.

I was the queen of control.

Mom of the year.

Master juggler.

Always the one others counted on.

Always doing the right thing.

Always showing up for everyone else.

Until one day, I couldn’t.

Postpartum depression doesn’t knock on the door.

It sneaks in quietly, stealing your peace and strength.

Flipping your world upside down without warning.

It’s terrifying, isolating, and all-consuming.

It shakes you, your husband, your family to the core.

In those moments, when even your closest friends can’t understand,

what you need most is someone who does.

An organization that knows.

That steps in with kindness, support, and resources tailored to your pain.

Yad Rachel is that lifeline.

It’s the organization we don’t talk about enough.

Serving a need we wish no one would ever have.

There for our mothers in a way no one wants to admit needing.

Even now, as they depend on us, many who’ve benefited feel unable to share their gratitude publicly.

But I can tell you this—Yad Rachel saves lives.

It saved mine.

I wish I could shout it from the rooftops.

But for my family’s privacy, I can only sign,

A mother, just like you.

Davening that in the merit of your donation,

you’ll never need to know how vital Yad Rachel truly is.