The isolation and monotony I feel being at home all the time while all my friends are at work or people I know are enjoying the outdoors, has become increasingly noticeable.
The number of days in a row that I stayed un showered until 6pm began to stack up. The number of fucks I had about just about everything were slowly dwindling.
For a while I’ve been questioning how I feel about Instagram and whether my online experience and real life are morphing into one.
Whether my personality has become so deeply submerged in the flood of my activity, that it almost seems I have become @link_and_luna rather than a flesh and blood human being!
(so dramatic and intense, I know 😆♈️).
One of the many things that has given me purpose, after the loss of my first child, Link, was the solace of helping others through a similar time, on a similar journey.
I am contacted almost daily by someone who too has lost a child, or knows someone that has. I have strangers from all over the world opening their hearts and sharing their stories with me and together we find comfort, knowing that we're not alone.
Becoming a newborn mum can be; amongst other things, overwhelming.
First comes the reality hit - "shit, i'm actually pregnant" and you realise that you're actually going to be solely responsible for another beings health, happiness and safety. It is no longer just a dream. WOAH.
On the eve of my Son’s first birthday, I should be baking a cake. I should be laying out his outfit for his big day and I should be wrapping his present and writing in his card.
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