Why am I here? I kept asking myself while running in the desert. Millions of things and thoughts pass through my head during my suffer. A song, a friend in the past, some things I thought I've already forgotten... help me figure out re reason why, why am
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
