I can't deny I was a wreck, a total wreck and felt utterly bereaved. I wanted to take away this horrendous empty feeling that was left as my son went off to university 60 miles away for chrissake. I felt almost utterly ridiculous at how lost, lonely and sad I was. I'd have laughed if… Continue reading Sad mothers club. One’s flown the nest. Writing about feelings.
It is a rare occasion that I am alone and able to relish the delights of it. Motherhood is an odd one. It can come into your life when you are perhaps quite young; I was a pregnant 19 year old and gave birth a few weeks after my 20th birthday. Whatever age, it's all… Continue reading Motherhood and the need to be Alone
I sometimes wonder why I'm dragged from pillar to post by what seems a constant flux of feelings, events, actions and interactions with others. A cycle of events that can start so promisingly, in what seem to be calm and mindful conditions and awareness (waking up in the morning on a 'good day'...) can so… Continue reading Feelings, nothing more than feelings?