That lusty, unstoppable, boundless feeling of falling in love has a lot to do with novelty.

It is no surprise that as we become familiar with one another novelty tapers off and perhaps some of that initial “effortless” love wanes as well.

How do we get our mojo back?

I have worked with clients who wore the mantle of a “supermom” as a family badge of honor.

While others complain about flowing like a river to the point of exhaustion.

This leaves them unable to harbor even the fleeting shadow of a selfish thought.

If you’re a woman who does too much, a supermom, does this also translate into “over-achieving” in managing your mental health?