Sharing my new normal type of motherhood
For a long time, I carried the feeling that I had failed it. Failed the space I had created, failed the rhythm of writing, failed the people who had taken time to read. But mostly, I felt like I had failed myself. Writing has always been something I turned to when I needed clarity, and yet when I needed it most, I couldn’t find the words.
When our daughter died in 2018, it was the worst thing that had ever happened to us. I thought that was the bottom, that nothing else could take us lower. I didn’t know it was just the start.
Sometimes it’s not about right or wrong. Sometimes it’s just about honesty. Growth. Survival. And the hard truth is, not everyone will like who you become in the aftermath.
FOR FRANCESCA 