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Libido after childbirth what’s going on? “I don’t feel any desire after having a baby” is that normal? Yes. And very common. Here’s what affects it: Hormonal shifts Estrogen drops, prolactin rises and libido may take a temporary break. Constant fatigue Newborns don’t sleep, so neither do parents. A tired body wants sleep, not sex. Mental overload New identity, anxiety, pressure your brain is in full-on survival mode. Desire isn’t top priority. Social pressure “When are you back to normal?” this kind of question can be hurtful. There’s no deadline for returning to intimacy. Desire comes back when your body and mind are ready. Sometimes in a month, sometimes in a year. No rush. Tenderness, rest, and support work wonders ❤️

Morning sex is great until they make you cum 8 times and then you wanna just sleep the rest of the day 😉💦

She was a dandelion, hopelessly in love with the wind. Every time he touched her, he carried pieces of her away. She never called it destruction; she called it love. She watched herself scatter into places she had never chosen, believing that if losing herself meant being closer to him, then perhaps it was worth it. The beautiful tragedy of a dandelion is that no matter how many times the wind tears it apart, life asks it to bloom again. And so she did. Again and again. Not because she had forgotten the pain, but because somewhere inside her lived the impossible hope that the same wind that broke her would one day learn how to hold her gently. But the wind was never meant to stay. It only knew how to pass through, never how to remain. And perhaps that is the saddest kind of love to keep blooming, knowing the only person you're blooming for is the very one who will scatter you all over again. 🍃

She was like the 28th of February, and he was the 29th. They were separated by just a single day on the calendar, yet life placed four long years between them. So close that anyone looking from afar would think they belonged together. Yet every time the world turned another page, time quietly reminded them that closeness does not always mean togetherness. Some people are like that. They exist almost within reach close enough to be felt, impossible to be forgotten but never arrive in the same season. Sometimes, love isn't measured by distance. Sometimes it's measured by timing. She was February 28th. He was February 29th. Just one day apart yet four years too late🌺

Perhaps abundance has been searching for you just as relentlessly as you've been searching for it. So dare to believe a little beyond reason. Court the impossible. Let the heavens concern themselves with the mathematics of miracles while you remain devoted to the work your soul was born to do. Inspiration has never fallen in love with talent alone. It has always chosen the ones who return, quietly, relentlessly, even on the days when no one is watching. Beauty was never the destination. It has always been the fragrance left behind by unwavering devotion. Love is not merely something we feel. It is the language through which life paints itself. And every moment we choose courage over fear becomes another brushstroke upon the canvas of our existence. Perhaps that is why we are not here to chase perfection. We are here to become art so honest that even time pauses to admire it. You are not waiting for a beautiful life. You are the hand that is painting it🌺