Women who cry quietly; a mothers turmoil ~ #1 Broken

n the light of day, in the face of my life I am the strength, I am the calm, I am everything… 8, 760 hours a year… I hold it together… I can not yell, I can not scream, I can not break. In the quiet, in the darkness…this is me


As we three women finalised this image last night, I lay next to my beautiful son who an hour before had been hitting, scratching and spitting on me, and as I lay quietly trying to settle him to sleep, I really did cry quietly in the dark….sometimes there aren’t enough words