Walking the Talk. Why you should come and see me.
All my life I was told I was the strong one. No, I wasn’t. There just was no space for me to be heard. So I didn’t say anything
A couple of years ago after mum died I tried to talk to someone about how I was feeling, that my whole life felt like I’d been existing with nothing really to show for it, very little in way of memories.
“Oh don’t be silly, you’ve got two kids”
Clammed right back up again. Gotta be strong, see? But surely I’m more than just a mum?
Last night I happened to see a video of Sara Barielles sing ‘She Used to be Mine’
She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time