Happiness. It’s a fragile thing.

The sun warms my face, the smell of jasmine fills my lungs, and I watch my children play. There’s a tightness in my chest, a churning in my belly. I’m light and heavy all at the same time, and as I breath in a deep, shaky breath, I know. I know this feeling. It comes…

Self love and being enough

A photo popped up on my news feed this week. It was a picture of myself and Thea just a few weeks old.

Fear

Fear is something I live with almost daily now.  Fear I’m not enough, fear I’m going to fail, fear of being homeless, of not being able to provide for my children. When my husband left, I felt heartbreak first, then came bone chilling fear. At first it was a niggling emotion at the back of…