Darkness. and Light
Imagine... Having the "perfect birth" but not feeling connected to your babe Imagine… Having lots of support and help, yet feeling alone Imagine.... Breastfeeding, the thing every woman is "supposed to be able to do", being so painful that tears and toe curling accompany his every cry Imagine… So badly wanting to connect with your new baby, but just not sure how to get there. Imagine… The thing that is supposed to connect, to bond, a mother and her child being the very thing that you hate Imagine… 6 weeks of blistered, bleeding, raw nipples Imagine… Every time your tired eyes close imagines of self-harm flood in, Red, but knowing that there is no intention of wanting to die Imagine… Feeling Crazy Imagine… Being so Overwhelmed that all you can do is rock and cry Imagine… Being so Exhausted that you can’t see straight Imagine…