It’s not very beautiful. 😞 #mybeautifulmigraine

“She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come
The pain gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name”

I can see them there…but I cannot touch…

…in this photo. I found it years ago and it took my breath away. I was looking at the representation of my life from a photo take decades ago…

…to moms who berate themselves hourly for not being able to be the mom their kids need. …to moms who often believe their kids would be better off without them in their lives, pulling them down. …to moms who spend most of their time in bed, experiencing their kids performances/games, etc from texts, videos and pictures. …to moms who don’t really think this holiday applies to them…but we are moms too. …to moms  who feel forgotten. We’ll just live life on the periphery…and fade away… And that’s okay. It’s okay.