Trying to get into some sort of routine. Not quite achieving it yet.
Eating my body weight in Easter chocolate. My son doesn’t like Easter eggs. And he received about 15 of them! Which means that his chocoholic, sleep deprived Mum is munching her way through them.
I am a believer that things happen to us for a reason. Obstacles and difficulties are lessons in disguise.
It can be hard to justify pain and poverty and often life can just seem so unfair. Some people suffer more than others and often it’s a postcode lottery. Depending on where, when and to whom in the world you were born can determine your fate.
I have written a series of posts about a recent trauma I went through experiencing secondary postpartum haemorrhage.
I find writing helps me to make sense of my feelings and hope it can help anybody going through something similar.