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Motherhood was contradiction. That was its beauty. That was its horror.
An uncomfortable, unresolved feeling in the air I can only describe as … We don’t belong here.
I think Healing begins when you finally recognize there is no moving on. Only moving forward. You don’t actually leave anything behind. You carry it with you. That’s why the process of healing can feel so slow: you’re carrying more weight now.
bad years do end.
