#seraphinespeaks

I didn’t always feel powerful. I didn’t always feel sexy. There was a time I didn’t feel anything at all.

After I gave birth, I sank into postpartum depression so deep it swallowed every spark in me. I was a mother, yes—but I felt like a ghost of the woman I used to be. My body wasn’t mine. My mind wasn’t either. And my libido? Gone. Like it never existed. I remember staring at myself in the mirror and not recognizing the woman looking back.

But even in the darkest months, something small and stubborn stayed alive. A flicker. A whisper. A promise that I hadn’t vanished—I was just buried.

And then one day—almost a year ago—I downloaded this silly little interactive story app. MeChat. (Not sponsored, don’t worry, babe 😏) And fuck, it wasn’t the app that changed me. It was what it reminded me of. That I still wanted. That I still felt. That somewhere, buried under diapers and survival mode and guilt and exhaustion, there was a fire that hadn’t gone out.