Mother’s Day…

I’ve never enjoyed Mother’s Day — the stands full of cards detailing sweet nothings about how thankful you are to have such a loving, caring mother who’s always there for you and is the blanket of warmth enshrouding your entire existence. I could never relate to any of it. My reality doesn’t exist in those stands.

Picking a card was a stressful and deflating experience every year. I never believed one word of what was written inside any…

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NZ based Writer + SA sufferer + Introvert + Fascinated by the human mind + Raw and insightful observations about people, life, trauma and healing.

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