"I found the mom rage compelling, and gave into it freely, screaming in my car with the windows up and going on 'rage walks'...."

"But when the rage subsided, I was no closer than I was before to being a person who didn’t need to cover her ears and yell 'I CAN’T!!!' at the dinner table on a regular basis.When I wasn’t mad, I was deeply depressed about how little I could manage the mothering with which I was being tasked. After an older neighbor found me sobbing in the driveway one day, explaining, through my snotty tears, that it was just so hard to put on a good face for my kids every day, he kindly nodded in understanding and suggested 'maybe you don’t have to.'... I began to imagine a kind of mother who spent her time in ways that actually led to an expansion of herself: the Wild Mom...."

Writes Sarah Wheeler in "Moms Gone Wild/Motherhood can obliterate you — or it can set you free" (The Cut).