A standard of happiness for motherhood: “the problem that has no name”

I had always thought this was everything I wanted. I had worked so hard to get here and now it seemed I wanted none of it.

Those two sentences summarised in a nutshell what I thought was “wrong” with me.

I had just started reading (…ok listening to) “The Feminine Mystique” by Betty Friedan. And even though this was a…