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If we could be honest about motherhood how many mothers would tell you they were made one well before their time? How many would tell you that postpartum depression doesn't have an expiry date? My children, they were not born from kindness they were not born from loving men, instead trapped in a maze of lies and fear six feet deep and 8 years long it may have ended but how long will it take to fade from my mind? my children are my world- metaphorically and literally, my days a repetition of the ones before and I am overwhelmed, overstimulated, alone, alone. But these thoughts are not made to be heard so I'll put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is fine.
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 2:59 AM UTC
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If we could be honest about motherhood how many mothers would tell you they were made one well before their time? How many would tell you that postpartum depression doesn't have an expiry date? My children, they were not born from kindness they were not born from loving men, instead trapped in a maze of lies and fear six feet deep and 8 years long it may have ended but how long will it take to fade from my mind? my children are my world- metaphorically and literally, my days a repetition of the ones before and I am overwhelmed, overstimulated, alone, alone. But these thoughts are not made to be heard so I'll put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is fine.
Not a poem, just a thing.
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 2:59 AM UTC
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