Heart: 1 Brain: 0

I’ve just had a breakthrough, a glimmer of something hopeful. I need to hold onto it as tight as I can and not let go. This episode of depression is battering me like a hurricane, but I will tighten my grip and ride it out.

Moo woke from her sleep at around 10pm, obviously too hot in this muggy heat, perhaps woken by the thunder. MrTPM went to her, I didn’t even hear her until he flicked her bedroom light on. When I stepped onto the landing, she was face down in her doorway, sobbing, not wanting to be held. This is where the magic began.

Just four hours previously, we’d been to the supermarket, the three of us. Anxiety high, pins and needles in my legs, I’d hated it. Moo wouldn’t sit in the trolley properly, she was being loud, typical two year old stuff. I couldn’t deal with it. I came home and cried. I didn’t want to be a mother, having to care for this thing that wanted so much from me. It would make me the worst parent, but I was done.

But tonight, as she lay on the hard wooden floor, hair stuck to her face with sweat, my heart was drawn to her. I calmed her, picked her up, soothed her, undressed her gently. I stood holding her in the dark for a while, watching the storm clouds out of my bedroom window. I tucked her back into bed and lay with her. I told her I loved her, I kissed her. For the first time in days, I wanted to be near to her.

Every inch of my heart loves that girl. My body seems to physically ache with it at times. I may want to disappear, to change my life, to undo the last few years, but there’s no doubt that Moo means so very much to me. I just need to get my brain on board, before I fuck it all up.

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Posted on July 17, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Your blog just popped up on my reader, and I was intrigued by the name since I am EPing for my toddler and new baby. I love your honesty with your journey that I saw just from your last few posts. I think that the first step in overcoming anything is just being honest about it… Shit gets real, and there is no use in not admitting that. Your love for your daughter is special… Though I don’t know you, I am saying a prayer for you to see the beauty in yourself today, sister.

  2. I can relate to this very much. Keep going, mama x

  3. ♥♡♥ best thing iv read in a long time!!! Xxx

  4. What you describe sounds like a beautiful moment. During those times when you feel like you’re ruining it all and you’re a terrible mom – remember how you were drawn to her, how you consoled her, how you were just the mom she needed you to be. She is lucky to have you, warts and all. 🙂

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