If you come to my classes regularly, then you already know: I’ve been struggling big time with my mental health these last few months. Mom rage. Big cries. Feelings of hopelessness. Massive overwhelm. Anxiety. Depression. Sleeplessness. You name it and I’ve probably had a cameo appearance from it lately. Not all at once, and not all the time. But enough that it’s been impossible to ignore.
Life just feels… too fast.
And because I’ve shared a lot of this in class, I know I’m not the only one feeling like I can’t keep up lately. Like I’m showing up half the time as a complete hot mess held together by caffeine, protein powder, and the sheer instinct to survive.
A little background: we added a third baby to our family in March of 2025, and she’s been an absolute joy. Classic third-child energy: goofy, easygoing, a great sleeper, and generally delighted to just be along for the chaos.
All good, right?
Well, not exactly. In January, my husband took a promotion and moved from shift work into regular 9–5 office hours. Which sounds great on paper. And in many ways, it is. He’s safer. He’s home every night. He’s no longer facing the dangers of his firefighting job, and for that I am deeply grateful.
But it’s also meant that I no longer have a co-parent around on random Tuesday mornings or afternoons. So now, every weekday, it’s basically me and the three kids against the world from 6:00am to 5:30pm.
I’m juggling the morning clothing battles, school drop-offs, snacks, meltdowns, forgotten water bottles, after-school chaos… all while trying to get myself to the studio so I can rip off my “trying not to lose my shit mom” hat and throw on my “cool, calm, grounded yoga teacher” hat.
Talk about imposter syndrome.
And listen, I know so many of you incredible moms have been doing this for years. I have so much respect for you, really. How do you do it!? I’m not used to this level of solo parenting! I’m used to having a true 50/50 partner physically in the trenches with me during most days.
And honestly? I’ve been struggling BIG TIME to adjust.
Overwhelm has become the feeling I know best lately.
I get home from school pickup to three lunch kits needing to be unpacked, cleaned, and repacked. A mountain of laundry waiting for me. A dog that still hasn’t been walked. Dinner needing to be prepped. A floor so far beyond needing a vacuum that I honestly start wondering if we should just burn the house down and start fresh. And somehow, I’m expected to tackle all of this with a poopy baby on my hip.
Overwhelm.
It weighs on me with a heaviness that no amount of Warrior 2’s could have prepared me for. And on the good days, I power through. But on the bad days… the hormonal days, the emotionally fried days, the days where one of the kids also decides to absolutely unravel at 4:37pm for reasons nobody will ever fully understand – I crumble. I wallow. I drown. I’m in the deep end, alone with three kids, and the only life preserver I have is a vacuum hose that’s somehow come disconnected from the wall.
I know. It sounds dramatic. Dark, even. But honestly? This is my reality. Not every day. There are lots of good days too. Beautiful days. Joyful days. Days where I laugh until I cry and think, wow, this is the good stuff. But the hard days hit with a heaviness that’s new to me.
And my diagnosis? A completely burnt-out nervous system. A nervous system that’s been stuck in survival mode for too long. And when your nervous system is already overloaded, even tiny things can feel impossible. Even the smallest of triggers – an overflowing diaper genie or a clogged toilet – can send you spiraling into dark thoughts and feelings of complete hopelessness. Dramatic? Maybe. But this is my truth.
The problem is: I desperately need a reset… but I don’t exactly have time to disappear to a silent retreat in the mountains right now. So instead, on the advice of my beloved counsellor Leah, I’ve been trying something much simpler:
I’ve been slowing down. I’ve been doing things more slowly. Slooowww.
I can’t control how many things I have to do in a day. But I can control the pace at which I do them. So I’ve been trying not to rush everything. Not sprinting through every moment. Not treating every task like a five-alarm emergency.
And the thing is…
It’s working. Slowly, but surely, it’s working. I’m finding more joy again. Laughing more during the hard moments instead of immediately spiralling. Feeling less dragged under by the overwhelm.
Not perfectly. Not magically. But noticeably.
June is maybe the craziest month of the year for moms. (Okay, September might fight for that title.) Everyone is trying to finish everything before summer arrives. Concerts, sports, field trips, year-end chaos, emails, forms, camps, sunscreen, snacks, and somehow we’re all expected to remember spirit days too?
It’s a lot!
So maybe this month, you could benefit from slowing down too. Walk slowly with me this June.
And if you’re struggling with your mental health right now, please know this:
You are not alone.
Read that again.
You are not the only one finding this hard. You are not failing. You are not broken. And it’s okay to not be okay sometimes. I see you.
With all the love in my heart,
Prestonne