There's something therapeutic in journalling and art... I need it. I carry my burden for far too long and sinking. Thus this is a journey of liberation and healing... a chance for rebirth and growth.
Friday, 29 January 2010
Heartache
I wept today when Sophie refused to put away her stuff. To many, it might have been a normal thing but to me, it was not so normal. She was much more cooperative before I started neglecting her two weeks ago. I have myself to blame. Everyone tells me to leave her to my helper since I am not feeling well. But the consequences? I want the control back. I want her to be independent and responsible. That means I will have to bite the bullet and endure the "you ask for it" if I should feel discouraged, tired or stressed out. But I can compromise everything else... except my children. Even if I get no support, I cannot give in and leave my children to the helper. She is good but she is not Sophie's mum.
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