A lil transparency

Being a mother showed me how to shake anything off and get back to it. You got a few seconds to cry, be upset, angry & mad before you gotta pull it together for the children that's depending on you. Even when we're tired of being strong we have no other choice but to be for our children.

It took me 4 years to grieve my first husband’s death. And only then because of therapy. I never did it from the beginning because i didn’t thinkI needed to because i was so hurt and angry. I “told” myself i didn’t care. Plus I had to be strong for my children who lost their father. I had to show them that we were going to be ok. Then, I fell in love with my best friend. So I suppressed all of those lost feelings of my first husband. (Anger, disappointment, sorrow, hurt, distress, even love) Because of my repression, I’ve developed anxiety. And everything went left.