30 June 2012
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
A conversation is needed with myself, to remind myself how far I've come.
"STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT AND SLAP ON A FACE! YOU CAN'T CRY NOW! YOU'RE A MUM"
The shower stings my face and I hear the children stir. The towel, the smile, both wrapped around while I go to see him and her.
My son, my daughter, lights of my life, Help me correct my head.
Without them I can guarantee, I would definitely be dead.
NB: I have good days and bad days. The bad days are not so frequent anymore. Only usually following great stress. On the bad days, without knowing it; my children save my life.
Opuss № I