05/27/2026
Before I had my baby, I thought I knew what postpartum would look like.
I'm a physician assistant. I had the books. I had the plan. I had the pediatrician on speed dial. I thought being prepared would protect me.
It didn't.
I developed postpartum preeclampsia. I had to be readmitted. I had to leave my baby. The first days of her life, the days I had pictured for months, I spent in a hospital bed instead of holding her.
I don't think I understood, until that moment, how much a body and a brain can break at the same time.
When I finally got home, the spiral had already started. The anxiety was constant. The intrusive thoughts came in waves. I felt like I was meeting my own baby for the first time weeks after she was born.
I had every clinical tool I needed. I still couldn't use them on myself.
The hardest part wasn't the diagnosis. It was the loneliness. Sitting in a room full of people who loved me and still feeling completely alone. Being told "this will pass" by everyone who had never lived it.
Eventually I found my way to a postpartum community an hour into the city. I sat in that first circle and I didn't talk. I just listened. I listened to other women say the things I had been afraid to say out loud.
I left that day knowing two things. I wasn't broken. And no Long Island mom should have to drive an hour to find what I had just found.
Beyond Motherhood exists because of that drive home. Because of the moms I knew were quietly struggling in their cars right now. Because no mother should have to suffer in silence to figure out she isn't broken. She's been through something her body and her heart are still catching up to.
I built the room I needed. Now I'm opening the door.
If any of this is your story too, whether it's postpartum preeclampsia, a hard birth, a NICU stay, or a postpartum that didn't look the way you thought it would, you don't have to carry it alone.
Just come.
2 weeks until the first session. Monday, June 8th in Bay Shore. DM us for the info.
Lisa 🤍