A Girls’ Trip That Refilled My Empty Cup 💕✈️

I’ve taken two trips without my husband and son since becoming a mom — and both were exactly what my mental health needed. But this most recent girls’ trip felt different.

It wasn’t longer than my other trips, but the energy was. A big group of friends came together, and something about being surrounded by laughter, stories, and zero responsibilities hit me differently this time.

To be honest, since pregnancy and postpartum, I’ve felt pieces of myself fade into the background. My focus shifted to being a mom, a caretaker, and someone constantly on. Somewhere in between the feedings, the exhaustion, and the mental load of motherhood, I lost touch with the parts of me that weren’t tied to being someone’s mom or wife.

This trip was like a jolt to my system — a wake-up call reminding me that those parts of me still exist. I felt my mental health smiling again.

I’ll admit, I had some nerves before leaving. Not because I doubted my husband — he’s incredible. I have complete confidence in his ability to take care of our son and manage the house solo. But I did feel that twinge of guilt, the kind that whispers, “You’re putting too much on him.”

Still, he encouraged me to go, fully knowing how much these moments do for me. And he’s right. Because this trip wasn’t just about escaping the chaos — it was about remembering who I am outside of it.

I needed those carefree laughs, those late-night conversations that had nothing to do with diaper changes or sleep regressions. I needed to dance, to talk about life, to breathe without checking a monitor or planning the next snack.

And when I came home, I felt it. I was lighter. My patience stretched farther. My energy was calmer. I stepped back into mom mode feeling refreshed — like I had finally taken a deep breath after holding it for too long.

If I could take more girls’ trips, I would in a heartbeat. Because they’re not just getaways — they’re reminders. They remind me that motherhood can coexist with individuality. That taking time for myself isn’t selfish, it’s restorative.

These trips have the power to do so much more than “escape” for a little bit — they help me find my way back to me. 💗