Reflecting on time is a weird concept, the push and pull of emotions and the deep dive of memories.
10 years, a decade, that’s how long I’ve been a mom. A mom with an entire buffet table of chaos. I would be lying if I said I loved every second. It has shown me at my core exactly what I am capable of and what I’m willing to endure.
10 years later and I have this bright, spunky, confident and sassy little girl. A kid who challenges herself daily and forges through any injustice. 10 years later and when I look in the mirror I see exhausted and unhappiness. Time hasn’t felt kind, experiences have felt depleting and the overall Consensus in my body is of failure.
The Aftermath 