
There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show up on the outside. It’s the mental load of remembering the pediatrician appointment while also calculating whether there’s enough formula for the week, whether your toddler’s shoes still fit, and if you scheduled the IEP meeting for next month. It’s waking up already running through a checklist before your feet hit the floor.
This invisible labor—the planning, anticipating, remembering, and emotional regulating that mothers do—often goes unnoticed. Even by us.
In my work with mothers navigating perinatal challenges, postpartum adjustment, and parenting children with special needs, I hear variations of the same sentiment: “I should be able to handle this. Everyone else seems to be managing fine.”
But here’s what I want you to know: the fact that your struggle is invisible doesn’t mean it isn’t real. The fact that you’re still functioning doesn’t mean you’re not overwhelmed.
Many mothers I work with are surprised when we start mapping out everything they’re holding. The visible tasks—feeding, diapering, scheduling—are just the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface is an entire world of emotional labor: managing everyone’s feelings, anticipating needs before they arise, researching therapies or school options, advocating for your child, soothing yourself when no one else notices you need it.
The mothers who reach out to me often share a similar thread—their story took a turn they didn’t expect. Maybe pregnancy didn’t bring the joy they’d imagined. Maybe infertility became an uninvited chapter. Maybe the postpartum period felt more like drowning than bonding. Maybe their child received a diagnosis that changed everything about how they understood parenting.
These unexpected turns can leave you feeling lost, anxious, and isolated. You might find yourself grieving the story you thought you’d have while simultaneously trying to show up for the story you’re living.
This dissonance is exhausting. And it’s valid.
One of the most common—and most silenced—experiences I hear about is what we call “mom rage.” It’s that sudden, volcanic anger that erupts seemingly out of nowhere. You snap at your partner over something small. You feel a surge of fury when your child spills their milk. You find yourself yelling in a way that doesn’t feel like you.
And then comes the shame. The voice that says, “What kind of mother feels this way?”
Here’s what I want you to understand: mom rage isn’t a character flaw. It’s often a signal. A signal that you’re overwhelmed, under-resourced, running on empty, or carrying emotional weight that hasn’t been acknowledged.
When we look beneath the rage together in therapy, we usually find grief, fear, exhaustion, or unmet needs that have nowhere else to go. The anger is often the only emotion strong enough to break through the numbness or the expectation to keep it all together.
If you’re parenting a child with special needs, you’re navigating an entirely different level of complexity. Beyond the typical demands of parenting, you’re often coordinating therapies, navigating insurance labyrinths, attending IEP meetings, researching interventions, and advocating fiercely for your child in systems that weren’t built with them in mind.
You’re also likely processing grief that comes in waves—not grief about your child, but grief about the expectations you had to release, the support you wish existed, the ease you watch other families seem to have.
And you’re probably doing much of this alone, even if you have a partner, because this kind of labor often falls disproportionately on mothers.
The weight of this is real. The exhaustion is justified. And you don’t have to carry it all in isolation.
In therapy, we create space for all of it. The love and the rage. The gratitude and the grief. The hope and the fear. We work on regulation skills so that when the overwhelm hits, you have tools to ground yourself. We explore the roots of those intense feelings with compassion instead of judgment.
We also look at the systems around you—because individual coping skills can only go so far when the demands exceed what any one person can reasonably handle. Where can support be added? How can labor be redistributed? What unrealistic expectations need to be released?
This work isn’t about becoming a “better” mother. You’re already enough. It’s about giving yourself permission to be human in the midst of extraordinary demands.
One of the most healing things I hear from clients is this: “I didn’t realize how much I was carrying until I said it all out loud.”
There’s something powerful about being witnessed in your struggle. About having someone say, “Yes, that is a lot. No wonder you’re exhausted.”
If you’re reading this and recognizing yourself—if you’re feeling the weight of the invisible labor, the unexpected turns in your story, the rage that catches you off guard, or the complexity of parenting in challenging circumstances—I want you to know that support is available.
Your feelings make sense. Your exhaustion is valid. And there is a path forward that includes both honest acknowledgment of how hard this is and genuine hope for finding more ease, connection, and self-compassion along the way.
You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to be willing to reach out.
If you’re navigating perinatal mental health challenges, mom rage, or parenting a child with special needs in Minnesota, I’d be honored to walk alongside. Reach out to schedule a consultation.