Mutha has published hundreds of these confessions over the years—the inventory of the unseen. But Allison’s list went viral in her own small way, passed among the moms at her co-op preschool, then on a private Facebook group called The Exhausted Middle , then to a therapist who photocopied it for her clients. Because every woman read it and thought: Oh. That’s my list, too.

For a decade, Allison had lived in a state of low-grade fight-or-flight. Her cortisol levels, she later learned from a functional medicine doctor, were comparable to someone being chased by a predator for eleven years. Her thyroid was sluggish. Her digestion had essentially given up. She had developed a nervous habit of clenching her jaw so tightly that she’d cracked two molars.

“I had become a verb,” she tells me, stirring her coffee. We’re sitting in her living room, which is messier now than in the old photos—blankets piled on the couch, a half-finished puzzle on the table. “I wasn’t a person who mothered. I was mothering. Past tense of myself.”

The Unbecoming: Allison on Shedding the Good Mother Myth

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“The myth is that mothering is instinctual,” she says. “But instinct doesn’t require you to remember 47 passwords for 47 different school portals. Instinct doesn’t require you to pack a ‘calm-down kit’ with kinetic sand and a breathing star. Instinct doesn’t make you the CEO of a failing small business called your family.”