Subway Panic Attack

It was Tuesday, our weekly date night. A cold winter night in the Midwest felt on par with the season I was in as a nine month postpartum mother of two. Exhausted, over-touched, and certain that my own body wasn’t mine anymore—you can imagine that I wasn’t feeling cute. I craved convenience and casual. I wanted to eat, be basically invisible to the general public, and enjoy maybe twenty minutes of letting my nervous system take a breath from the relentless demands of keeping tiny humans alive.

So naturally, we went to Subway. Don’t judge.

Brittany ChurchillFebruary 16, 2026post partum, parenting, motherhood, maternal, mental health, wellness, PPD, anxiety

Tap In Not Out, Together

Let’s be honest. When you’re drowning in the overwhelm of motherhood, the last thing you need is another person telling you to “just breathe” or “practice self-care” like it’s some kind of magic cure-all. I get it, because I’ve been there—tangled in the beautiful mess that is modern motherhood, wondering how I was supposed to keep going when I was running on fumes and if someone looked at me a particular way, I might burst into tears.

Brittany ChurchillFebruary 16, 2026motherhood, wellness, mental health, post partum, PPD, tap in not out, parenting