I have a one year old. I’ve enjoyed the last year mostly. But I think a LOT about my old life. I transport myself back to even baths where my home was silent, not listening out for a cry.
I remember booking flights last minute and packing hours before because I only needed to think of me. It seems like this exciting world that I desperately miss. I yearn for it.
I remember Saturdays just doing what the hell I wanted. Being able to move anywhere in the world without thinking of anyone else.
Is it normal to feel like this? Some days it even feels like grief. Like part of me is gone forever and I just want one more day like that.