Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....

You are good enough

      Whenever I talk to mums one thing becomes clear they often feel not good enough. They feel not good enough because of the way they birthed. They feel not good enough because of not breastfeeding. They feel...

Just a support worker?

Im just a support worker, I use to say this a lot, mainly because that was how I felt. I felt that compared to those around me I was not that important, all I do is support, I don’t treat terrible...