This post is about balancing the mental load of motherhood against losing our identity. Motherhood is a journey akin to a tempestuous sea, with its ebbs and flows of sleepless nights, tiny hands that leave imprints on our hearts, and laughter that dances like sunlight on water. Yet, amidst this beautiful chaos, we may find ourselves adrift, like a ship in search of its lost compass. I came at motherhood with purpose and with every fiber of my being. Like other life-altering circumstances, some of which were way beyond my control, there was little deliberating and a lot of accepted challenges. My first job after college was teaching in an…