I'm Tabbitha. Mom of six. Women's trauma-informed coach. Living proof that the picture-perfect image was the thing destroying me.

How MamAntics Was Born

MamAntics became my outlet in the middle of the hardest season of my life.

I'd finally gotten all my kids off to school and thought — thank God, I can just be me. I flew across the globe for a marriage ceremony that was supposed to make everything official. It never got finalized. Because moments after touching back down on Canadian soil, I became painfully aware of what was really happening: I was being controlled and manipulated by the good guy in the disguise of love.

I knew what abuse felt like. I also knew what feeling loved felt like. I'd lived at both extremes — and just because you were comfortably in the middle doesn't mean you were in the right place.

Within months, the relationship was over. Then I found out I was pregnant — a geriatric pregnancy, with a man I was no longer with. Complete placenta previa. Low blood pressure. An umbilical cord so short it forced the baby to sit so low I couldn't walk comfortably or move without pain.

That relationship didn't make me suicidal. It made me pray for death. I remember lying in bed thinking: there has to be more to life than this.

I'd been a mom for 20 years. Six kids. One loss. One surrogate baby. Years spent raising four more babies — my kids, who just happened to be born before I met them. Motherhood defined me. But trying to fit the perfect image — trying not to let that picture-perfect image fade — was destroying me. Until I realized, lying in that bed: it was just an image.

I was crying myself to sleep at night. My kids were on edge. My little girl was angry at life and felt out of place. My other little girl was peeing her pants and hiding because she was scared she'd get in trouble. My ten-year-old was lashing out at his little brother.

And I thought: if I can just fix the trauma that has me repeating the same cycles — if I can find my way back to who I was before all the trauma, find my way back to me — my kids won't grow up in a cycle of abuse.

Here's what I've learned: there's so much more to abuse than bruises. I didn't grow up with parents who hit me. I grew up with parents who didn't choose parenthood — parenthood chose them. I grew up in an era of neglect. They just didn't see. Or maybe they just didn't want to see. I'm not angry.

But my legacy is this: my kids don't have a cycle to repeat. Because I'm breaking it.

I became a trauma-informed coach for women. And MamAntics? MamAntics was how I got through it all

WHAT MAMANTICS IS 

MamAntics is a raw, unfiltered look at the highs and lows of motherhood, the transitions of womanhood, and the long road back to yourself — one day, one exhale at a time.

This is where honesty meets humor: a safe, judgment-free space with relatable stories, hard truths, a little cannabis for the soul, and a healthy dose of laughter. For the moms holding it all together with shaking hands. For the women who look fine on the outside and are falling apart in the pantry.

MamAntics is about finding the magic in life's imperfections — and proving you can be a dedicated, hands-on mother and still carve out space to be a whole woman. Keeping it real, one exhale at a time.