Everytime when a tragedy hits you or it nearly kills you, you get up and you try to be normal. You try to talk, and laugh away your pain, you dress up and pretend that everything is okay until, until you no longer can. That isn't healing. That isn't movin
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 –...
