I’m here for moms.

I’m here for the teen mom who is told her life is over.

I'm here for the older mom told she can't do this.

I'm here for the mom who's been trying to conceive for SO LONG. I'm here for the single mom holding it all together somehow.

I’m here for the black moms terrified for their children.

I’m here for the Latinx moms and Hispanic moms battling citizenship assumptions.

I’m here for the Asian moms stuck in the model-minority box.

I’m here for the Native moms, so long ignored.

I’m here for the lesbian moms, transgender moms, and moms who identify as male who can’t know how this world will treat their children.

I’m here for the depressed mom and the anxious mom and the OCD mom with intrusive thoughts.

I’m here for the mom with PTSD .

I’m here for the mom who survived psychosis.

I’m here for the mom who’s children are gone.

I’m here for the mom in jail.

I’m here for the mom trying to make SNAP last a whole month.

I’m here for the alcoholic mom.

I’m here for the addicted mom.

I’m here for the mom who never sees themself on the posters or the commercials, the mom who thinks no one will amplify their voice.

I will listen and learn.

I will offer my help and my space.

I will raise you up.

I will stand at the intersection of all that I am and do my best to see you standing at the intersection of all that you are.

When I fall short I will learn and I will do better.

You are not alone.

You never were alone.

Do you hear me?

YOU WERE NEVER ALONE.