I had 2 miscarriages and 1 subsequent (very difficult pregnancy), with no opportunity for external support from family or friends, and no access to professional childcare for my 3 year old son. My world was reduced to my son and my husband (whom I now recognise was psychologically abusive throughout our 8 year relationship), who worked very long hours from home and was unable/unwilling to help.
Lockdown finally ended. I survived, just. But then out of the blue, my world, quite literally, fell apart.
Right after the baby arrived, my husband left me in the most heartless, catastrophic way possible. Raising the kids alone, post-partum, with absolutely shattered mental health has been ... challenging.
After more than a year of very intense therapy and self development, the darkest days are (finally) over. This weekend, I am moving out of our (isolated) family home and relocating 50 miles away to be closer to my support network.
Finally, our new chapter begins, and the sun is shining.
#AndSoSheRoseAgain