I had no time to remember who I was, and I certainly didn’t have the energy to find myself. I knew that I had to stop this cycle of self-abuse and neglect. I owed it to my daughter, but most importantly, I owed it to myself.
Manifest that glowing joy queen, it’s the most worthy crown you can carry.
Time is a precious gift; one which I have taken for granted. This time I am embracing all of me, sunshine and shadows, joy and fear, smiles and frowns, ups and downs because it is all valid.
In that moment I truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. Being a mother is selfless.
I so clearly remember the day I discovered my husband’s affair. He, my 3-month-old son and I were going to my friend’s child’s birthday party.
I found myself on the floor of a parking lot a few blocks from home. I had recently gotten an Apple Watch and was eager to reach those 10,000 steps. It happened fifteen minutes into my evening walk, my body couldn’t take it anymore and it stopped moving. When I say “moving,” I mean voluntaryContinue reading “Parking Lot Panic by Bianca Liu”
I never knew how it felt to receive affection from a mother. That warm feeling of motherly instincts was far from recognizable to me. My mother was anything but nurturing. I would’ve done everything in my power to have her lay on the couch and hug me when I was younger. Little did I knowContinue reading “A Letter From Me to Them by Gelsandra Guzman”
“A virus,” they said. “Voluntary quarantine,” they suggested. Ooze, I became. Daily functions relegated only to survival. Eat, feed children, do laundry, sleep, repeat. All under the same roof, all by the same ooze. “School is closed for the rest of the year,” they said. “Remote learning,” they suggested. Oozier, I became. Eat, feed children,Continue reading “Mudskipper by Odalys Quevedo”