My Postpartum Journey: OCD, Anxiety, and Finding My Way

Becoming a parent changes everything. And for me, those changes didn’t just stop at diapers and sleepless nights — they came in the form of postpartum OCD, anxiety, and depression.

I never expected that loving my baby would feel so complicated. The thoughts that raced through my mind, the constant worry, the small rituals I felt I had to do just to feel safe — it was exhausting. Some days, I felt completely out of control; other days, I couldn’t stop questioning if I was “doing it right.”

I started this blog, Tiny Hands Big Changes, because I want to share the reality of postpartum mental health. I want other parents to know: if you feel anxious, scared, or overwhelmed after birth, you are not alone. These experiences don’t make you a bad parent — they make you human.

Here, I’ll share:

  1. My personal struggles and victories
  2. Raw poems that describe my postpartum journey
  3. Honest reflections on the emotional rollercoaster of parenthood

This is a space for truth, for community, and for support. Tiny hands do create big changes — and sometimes, the biggest changes happen inside us.

Thank you for being here. I hope my story helps you feel seen, understood, and a little less alone.

— Morgan

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