I thought I had it, until I didn't.
Now, it's something that people say I have, but I don't.
It's something I am desperate to have, but the gaining means the trying the the trying reminds me of how far I have to go.
What I do feel is quite akin to guilt and shame and doubt with a whole lot of weariness rolled up into one.
Kids, parenting 505, needing a good therapist
Just a tad too personal to post on Facebook.
Art Night at school and Easter
4 days ago